The Spell of the Yukon and Other Verses

Unforgotten

   I know a garden where the lilies gleam,
    And one who lingers in the sunshine there;
    She is than white-stoled lily far more fair,
   And oh, her eyes are heaven-lit with dream!

   I know a garret, cold and dark and drear,
    And one who toils and toils with tireless pen,
    Until his brave, sad eyes grow weary — then
   He seeks the stars, pale, silent as a seer.

   And ah, it's strange; for, desolate and dim,
    Between these two there rolls an ocean wide;
    Yet he is in the garden by her side
   And she is in the garret there with him.