Les Amours de Voyage

When the decks were very silent 
   And the lights along the beach
Flared and flickered in the nightwinds 
   Blowing down the open reach—
When the blazing fires before us
   Shewed the toilers on their ships
Then it was my heart found utterance
   Thro' the channel of my lips
Then it was I told you all things
   In the pallid moon's eclipse
While the harbour breeze sighed softly
   In the rigging of the ships.

From the cynical half speeches,
   In the sunlight on the Bay,
To the whispers in the Harbour 
   What a gulf between them lay.
From the time I met you lightly
   Half in pleasure, half in scorn
To the time we watched the night-jar
   And I knew my love was born.
I have merited derision
   You were right to give me scorn.

But it may be — since at first
   Love was not but rather scorn,
Since we knew the best and worst
   Of each other truthfully
Long before our Love was born
   It may be that for a year
We shall hold each other dear,
   Till remembrance grows less clear 
Till our idyl of the sea
   Is a misty memory.
And we murmur — was it so 
   We two loved so long ago. 

For the devil that was in your heart — called out to the devil in mine
And the stars were silent above, as the steamers furrowed the sea —
And the sound of our voices was drowned in the noise of the troubled brine
And our faces were shrouded from sight by the night's obscurity.

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