Do you remember our love
in those far seeming times
When the Halcyon
Flew across the sea
Calming the waves
On which our love
Was borne?
Did we not give him food
Is that why he went?
The labourer is worthy
Of his hire,
But we cast no morsel
To his care,
And we had much to spare
In those far seeming times
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