Two in Arcadia e-bog

Excerpt: "e;Geese and Lovers, Lovers and Geese! Sometimes a quarrel, And sometimes-peace. Come over the sea to me, to me, Come over the sea to me! The little ships go sailing by, But never a ship brings thee! There were no words, if I remember, But something subtler, deeper, Love. The night it was a cold December. With a shiv'ry, silver moon above- But in our hearts-the flame of love!"e;