I woke that night by sounds disturbed,

That seemed to come from distant place,

So faint, as if unheard,

Then through the gloom, I saw her face

Bend down her lips,

To kiss a single rose,

As once she had kissed me,

In times, now so long ago,

Beside a palm-graced sea,

Then up she raised her eyes to mine,

To plead, “Will you be long? 

‘It’s lonely here, my darling,

‘Can you not be with me?’

But as I reached to draw her near,

I heard the sounds of day intrude,

She faded from my view,

Until the eve once more returned,

And she called to me anew.