u forever as you looked at
that time. In my mad moments I shall dream, knowing all the
while that it is only a dream, that you blushed with delight
at my coming. I shall be able to picture forevermore how you
would look at one you loved.

* * * * *

Tonight the moon was low in the west. It hung over the sea
like a shallop of ruddy gold moored to a star in the harbour
of the night. I lingered long and watched it, for I knew that
you, too, were watching it from your window that looks on the
sea. You told me once that you always watched the moon set. It
has been a bond between us ever since.

* * * * *

This morning I rose at dawn and walked on the shore to think
of you, because it seemed the most fitting time. It was before
sunrise, and the world was virgin. All the east was a shimmer
of silver and the morning star floated in it like a dissolving
pearl. The sea was a great miracle. I walked up and down by it
and said your name over and over again. The hour was sacred to
you. It was as pure and unspoiled as your own soul. Una, who
will bring into your life the sunrise splendour and colour of
love?

* * * * *

Do you know how beautiful you are, Una? Let me tell you, dear.
You are tall, yet you have to lift your eyes a little to meet
mine. Such dear eyes, Una! They are dark blue, and when you
smile they are like wet violets in sunshine. But when you are
pensive they are more lovely still--the spirit and enchantment
of the sea at twilight passes into them then. Your hair has
the gloss and brownness of ripe nuts, and your face is always
pale. Your lips have a trick of falling apart in a half-smile
when you listen. They told me before I knew you that you were
pretty. Pretty! The word is cheap and tawdry. You are
beautiful, with the beauty of a pearl or a star or a white
flower.

* * * * *

Do you remember our first meeting? It was one evening last
spring. You were in your garden. The snow had not all gone,
but your hands were full of pale, early flowers. You wore a
white shawl over your shoulders and head. Your face was turned
upward a little, listening to a robin's call in the leafless
trees above you. I thought God