When we two parted never a word was spoken. Almost we thought our love was sheer pretence. The silence, long drawn out, remained unbroken. One would have said it was indifference. Yet our embraces had been warm of yore. You said to me, "Five days." We thought together. "Five days of kisses, they are quickly o'er. 'Tis like a fleeting spell of sunny weather." Tomorrow, storm, today, blue skies adream. One must not ask too much of love, you know. And then, these sailors, always on the go! Ships touch and pass. . . . How short our kisses seem! |