Poetry Archives

I saw a light on yester-night—
  A low light on the misty lea;
The stars were dim and silence grim
  Sat brooding on the sullen sea.

From out the silence came a voice—
  A voice that thrilled me through and through,
And said, “Alas, is this your choice?
  For he is false and I was true.”

And in my ears the passing years
  Will sadly whisper words of rue:
Forget—and yet—can I forget
  That one was false and one was true?