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IN THE POLAR SEAS.
[Margaret.]
YES, I had lost thee, for one day, one life, —
The days get blurred where never shines the sun;
My hand had dropped from thine, and I was tired,
Longing for death ere life had well begun.
I laid me down beside the green grey sea,
And never dreamt that thou wouldst seek for me.
Mine was the loss, the loneliness, the need ;
Thine was the strength, the vision, and the speech.
The floating ice came nearer, nearer yet, —
There was no help that my weak hand could reach.
I laid me down beside the green grey sea :
It never said that thou wouldst seek for me.
