Recognition
by John Banister Tabb
At twilight, on the open sea,
We passed, with breath of melody --
A song, to each familiar, sung
In accents of an alien tongue.
We could not see each other's face,
Nor through the growing darkness trace
Our destinies; but brimming eyes
Betrayed unworded sympathies.
Source:
PoemsCopyright 1894
John Lane, LondonCopeland and Day, Boston