In our old shipwrecked days there was an hour, br When in the firelight steadily aglow, br Joined slackly, we beheld the red chasm grow br Among the clicking coals. Our library-bower br That eve was left to us: and hushed we sat br As lovers to whom Time is whispering. br From sudden-opened doors we heard them sing: br The nodding elders mixed good wine with chat. br Well knew we that Life's greatest treasure lay br With us, and of it was our talk. "Ah, yes! br Love dies!" I said: I never thought it less. br She yearned to me that sentence to unsay.