The Unnamed Lake and Other Poems

by Frederick George Scott




BETWEEN the stars, the light-waves on and on
    Roll from the scenes of earth’s past history
    Unto the margins of eternity.
No day is lost of all that ever shone,
Each with its story into space hath gone
    So that, to-night, some distant world may see,
    Looking at earth, the Cross on Calvary,
Or the green plain and camps at Marathon.

Dear heart, whose life is woven into mine,
    Who art the light and music of my days,

        We move towards death, yet let us have no fear;
     If nothing dies, not even light’s faintest rays,
Sure that vast love which links my soul with thine
        Marks for eternity our union here.