I WILL remember to the very last
The look of ships upon a quiet sea,
Each windy sail, each spar and slender mast
Must linger ever in my memory.
I will remember hills and harbor ways
And bright lagoons, though I long to forget,
Enchanted islands, green as chrysoprase,
And lonely nights of rose and violet.
Men who have known such splendid things as these,
Can never quite forget what they have learned;
Their thoughts must always be of secret seas,
Or of dim places where the moonlight burned.
Always the sound of wind moans in their ears
Or rush of waters under ghostly piers.