Breaks upon mine ear
The sound of another sea,
Linking far with near--
That far how near to me!
Echoes out of the past.
Wave-sounds from the shore,
Woven in dreams at last
Of days that are no more;
Days that ebbed away
By the side of another sea,
When life was young and gay,
And all its ways were free.
--Victoria, B. C, January 1, 1910.