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Ella Wheeler Wilcox - A Lover`s Quarrel
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We two were lovers, the Sea and I; 
We plighted our troth `neath a summer sky.


And all through the riotous, ardent weather
We dreamed, and loved, and rejoiced together.


At times my lover would rage and storm.
I said: `No matter, his heart is warm.`


Whatever his humour, I loved his ways,
And so we lived through the golden days.


I know not the manner it came about,
But in the autumn we two fell out.


Yet this I know—`twas the fault of the Sea,
And was not my fault, that he changed to me.


I lingered as long as a woman may
To find what her lover will do or say.


But he met my smiles with a sullen frown,
And so I turned to the wooing Town.


Oh, bold was this suitor, and blithe as bold!
His look was as bright as the Sea`s was cold.


As the Sea was sullen, the Town was gay;
He made me forget for a winter day.


For a winter day and a winter night
He laughed my sorrow away from sight.


And yet, in spite of his mirth and cheer,
I knew full well he was insincere.


And when the young buds burst on the tree,
The old love woke in my heart for the Sea.


Pride was forgotten—I knew, I knew,
That the soul of the Sea, like my own, was true.


I heard him calling, and lo! I came,
To find him waiting, for ever the same.


And when he saw me, with murmurs sweet
He ran to meet me, and fell at my feet.


And so again `neath a summer sky
We have plighted our troth, the Sea and I.
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