SEA SPRAY &> SMOKE DRIFT 



Stephen must toil a living to gain, 

 Plough and harrow and gather the grain ; 

 Brian has little enough to maintain 



The station in life which he needs must fill ; 

 Both are fearless and kind and frank, 



But we can't win all gifts under the sun — 

 What have I won save riches and rank ? 



(The rippling water murmurs on.) 



Riches and rank, and what beside, 



(The rippling water murmurs yet), 

 The mansion is stately, the manor is wide, 



Their lord for a while may pamper and pet ; 

 Liveried lackeys may jeer aside. 

 Though the peasant girl is their master's bride. 

 At her shyness mingled with awkward pride, — 



'Twere folly for trifles like these to fret ; 

 But the love of one that I cannot love, 



Will it last when the gloss of his toy is gone? 

 Is there naught beyond, below, or above ? 



(The rippling water murmurs on.) 



