By the sad waters of separation br Where we have wandered by divers ways, br I have but the shadow and imitation br Of the old memorial days. br br In music I have no consolation, br No roses are pale enough for me; br The sound of the waters of separation br Surpasseth roses and melody. br br By the sad waters of separation br Dimly I hear from an hidden place br The sigh of mine ancient adoration: br Hardly can I remember your face. br br If you be dead, no proclamation br Sprang to me over the waste, gray sea: br Living, the waters of separation br Sever for ever your soul from me. br br No man knoweth our desolation; br Memory pales of the old delight; br While the sad waters of separation br Bear us on to the ultimate night.