Venetian Glass

As one who sails upon a wide, blue sea Far out of land, his mind intent Upon the sailing of his little boat On tightening the ropes and shaping fair his course Hears suddenly, across the endless sea The rhythm striking of some towered clock, And wakes from thoughtless idleness to time; Time, the slow pulse which beats eternity! So through the vacancy of busy life At intervals you cross my path and bring The deep solemity of passing years For you I have shed bitter tears For you, I have relinquished that for which my heart cried in selfish longing. And tonight, having just left you, I can say: "Tis well, Thank God I have known a soul so true, so nobly just, so worthy to be loved!" by Amy Lowell, as tears drip from the heart