Old love, old love, / How can I be true? / Shall I be faithless to myself / Or to you?

I thought of you and how you love this beauty, And walking up the long beach all alone I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder As you and I once heard their monotone. Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me The cold and sparkling silver of the sea -- We two will pass through death and ages lengthen Before you hear that sound again with me.

A hush is over everything, Silent as women wait for love; The world is waiting for the spring.

One by one, like leaves from a tree, / All my faiths have forsaken me.

Old love, old love, / How can I be true? / Shall I be faithless to myself / Or to you?

There's nothing half so real in life as the things you've done... inexorably, unalterably done.

What we have never had, remains; It is the things we have that go.