Heloise

I saw a light on yester-night-
A low light on the misty lea;
The stars were dim and silence grim
Sat brooding on the sullen sea.

From out the silence came a voice-
A voice that thrilled me through and through,
And said, “Alas, is this your choice?
For he is false and I was true.”

And in my ears the passing years
Will sadly whisper words of rue:
Forget-and yet-can I forget
That one was false and one was true?