A moment of loving and laughter,
A jest and a gay good-bye.
If you one short week after
Forget, why may not I?
To you but a moment's feeling,
A touch and a tender tone;
A wound that knows no healing
To me who am left alone.
A wound, and an aching wonder
That lightly you go from me,
That we must be kept asunder
By the cold abiding sea.