My love for thee— a single thread;
When cut, it drifts afloat.
Into the sea of doubt it’s led
Wherein the waves it wrought.

Departing of thy craggy shore,
Its soil adorns thy grime.
Away from thee I sailed, afore;
For thee I long and rhyme.

These waters dim, azure their shade,
In tear and salt they drench
Tis love from memory to fade;
Tis flame forfeit and quench.