Still Looking, by William Wilsey Martin

Still Looking

By the weed-strewn, brown, desolate reaches,
Lonely, and half broken-hearted,
We met, and we parted,
By the weed-strewn, brown, desolate reaches.   A moan from the dolorous ocean
Crept round about and above her--
To the ear of each lover
Crept a moan from the dolorous ocean.   The dun cormorant rustled above us;
Her dissonant cry boded evil;
Like goblin or devil,
The dun cormorant rustled above us.   One wild clinging kiss, and we parted,
No light fringed the skirts of our morrow;
In silence, in sorrow,
One wild clinging kiss, and we parted.   We turned, face to face, stepping backward,
The distance between us grew wider;
Ere distance could hide her,
We turned, face to face, stepping backward.   The mists weird and white came between us,
As a screen, parting one from the other;
Parting lover from lover,
The mists weird and white came between us.   Yet I know my old love is still looking
'Thwart the gloom of the years as they follow,
With eyes sad and hollow;
I know my old love is still looking.

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William Wilsey Martin