The Unforgotten

The Unforgotten.
By Theodosia Garrison
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By Theodosia Garrison in Smart Set
It is all calm, this love you give to me.
Mly life goes gently in a cloistered hold
Whose windows open to the scanty gold
Of tender twilight on a quiet sea.
This is the joy I thought might never be,
The comfort granted and the ease untold;
This is the dream fulfilled, that, in the old
Merciless days, I sought for wearily.

Oh, strange, most strange, that from this peace I
turn
To think of one who rode a dangerous way
One night of winds beneath a moon-mad sky,
Reckless as flame that leaps to cleave and burn,
A wild, glad lover speeding to obey
That mocking fate which bade him kiss and
die!