They drank the bitter, salt wine of the sea, br They breathed up drowning bubbles from below br While we sat in the storm's red after-glow br Discussing Art and Love - sipping tea. br I was a poet, he, an artist; she, br A famous actress . . . lightly to and fro br We shuttled epigrams as salesmen show br Rich silks that change in colors momently. br br And while the fishers clung to planks and spars br And rode the huge backs of waves, we sat br Beneath a young night full of summer stars: br And we discussed of life this way and that br Until we felt, when we arose for bed, br That there was nothing left had not been said.