Would have had power enough to drive me out,
Though God himself had sent him.”
Though God himself had sent him.”
Isolt smiled,
As with a willing pity, and closed her eyes
To keep more tears from coming out of them;
And for a time nothing was to be heard
Except the pounding of two hearts in prison,
The torture of a doom-begotten music
Above them, and the wash of a cold foam
Below them on those cold eternal rocks
Where Tristram and Isolt had yesterday
Come to be wrecked together. When her eyes
Opened again, he saw there, watching him,
An aching light of memory; and his heart
Beat harder for remembering the same light
That he had seen before in the same eyes.
As with a willing pity, and closed her eyes
To keep more tears from coming out of them;
And for a time nothing was to be heard
Except the pounding of two hearts in prison,
The torture of a doom-begotten music
Above them, and the wash of a cold foam
Below them on those cold eternal rocks
Where Tristram and Isolt had yesterday
Come to be wrecked together. When her eyes
Opened again, he saw there, watching him,
An aching light of memory; and his heart
Beat harder for remembering the same light
That he had seen before in the same eyes.
“Alone once in the moonlight on that ship,”
She said, still watching him and clinging warm
Against him, “I believed that you would speak,
For I could hear your silence like a song
Out of the sea. I stood by the ship’s rail,
She said, still watching him and clinging warm
Against him, “I believed that you would speak,
For I could hear your silence like a song
Out of the sea. I stood by the ship’s rail,
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