Love's quarrel

Standing by the river, gazing on the river,

See it paved with starbeams; heaven is at our feet.

Now the wave is troubled, now the rushes quiver;

Vanished is the starlight -- it was a deceit.

Comes a little cloudlet 'twixt ourselves and heaven,

And from all the river fades the silver track;

Put thine arms around me, whisper low "Forgiven!" --

See how on the river starlight settles back.