No Angry Islands

There were no angry islands where we met,
Only the quiet flow of hidden streams
By silent lonely forests and by seas
That have grown calm with age and still by night,
Only the steady lapping at the shore
Of peaceful waters, restless for the dawn.

No bitter cities rages beside this sea;
No din of dusty houses marred the sky
That dark with midnight held a single star.
And we together, where? By islands lost?
By shores uncharted or by seas unnamed?
In darkness set upon some lonely beach?

Only the wind to weep of former days.
Only the dawn to take us back again.