Re-Voyage

What of the days when we two dreamed together?         Days marvellously fair,     As lightsome as a skyward floating feather         Sailing on summer air -     Summer, summer, that came drifting through     Fate's hand to me, to you.     What of the days, my dear? I sometimes wonder         If you too wish this sky     Could be the blue we sailed so softly under,         In that sun-kissed July;     Sailed in the warm and yellow afternoon,     With hearts in touch and tune.     Have you no longing to re-live the dreaming,         Adrift in my canoe?     To watch my paddle blade all wet and gleaming         Cleaving the waters through?     To lie wind-blown and wave-caressed, until     Your restless pulse grows still?     Do you not long to listen to the purling         Of foam athwart the keel?     To hear the nearing rapids softly swirling         Among their stones, to feel     The boat's unsteady tremor as it braves     The wild and snarling waves?     What need of question, what of your replying?         Oh! well I know that you     Would toss the world away to be but lying         Again in my canoe,     In listless indolence entranced and lost,     Wave-rocked, and passion tossed.     Ah me! my paddle failed me in the steering         Across love's shoreless seas;     All reckless, I had ne'er a thought of fearing         Such dreary days as these,     When through the self-same rapids we dash by,     My lone canoe and I.