SONGS TO A. H. R.

By Cale Young Rice

It is the old old vision,

The moonlit sea — and you.

I cannot make disseverance

Between the two.

For all the world's wide beauty

To me you seem,

All that I love in shadow

Or glow or gleam.

It is the old old murmur,

The sea's sound and your voice.

God in his Bliss between them

Could make no choice.

For all the world's deep music

In you I hear:

Nor shall I ask death, ever,

For aught more dear.