Old Partings

By George Sterling

There is no wind tonight. The sea is near.
  The pearl of mist upon the shrouded sands;
  And now I know that once in other lands,
And in a tragic and forgotten year,
I waited even as you and I wait here,
  Eyes on regretful eyes and hands in hands.
  So clearly in the soul that vision stands,
I half recall the starlight in the tear

 And share you not with me that memory
Of lives ere this, if so remembrance be?
  The many sobs in each returning wave
  Seem telling from the mist along the shore,
Tranquil and sad as moonlight on a grave,
  "Thou dost forget. All this has been before."

Angeles Times, Jun 3rd, 1923, pg III34.

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