I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining,
A bark o'er the waters move gloriously on;
I came when the sun o'er that beach was declining,
The bark was still there, but the waters were gone.
And such is the fate of our life's early promise,
So passing the spring-tide of joy we have known;
Each wave that we danced on at morning ebbs from us,
And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone.
Oh, who would not welcome that moment's returning
When passion first waked a new life through his frame,
And his soul, like the wood that grows precious in burning,
Gave out all its sweets to love's exquisite flame.
It's Mosaic Monday over at Mary's Little Red House.
The weather here in Hilton Head, SC is glorious, so wonderfully warm.
After a so so summer in Normandy we are basking in the sunshine, reflecting and remembering the good times.
Soon after we arrived so did a welcome basket from "management" and a wonderful Autumnal floral arrangement from our friends Tony & Jan in the UK.
Tony was Roger's best man all those years ago (30) when we said our marriage vows and remains a close friend to this day.
Happy Mosaic Monday everyone, be sure to visit Mary @littleredhouse.
Maggie & Roger