IN DOUBT .

Through dream and dusk a frightened whisper said:
" Lay down the world: the one you love is dead. "
In the near waters, without any cry
I sank, therefore — glad, oh so glad, to die!

Far on the shore, with sun, and dove, and dew,
And apple-flowers, I suddenly saw you.
Then — was it kind or cruel that the sea
Held back my hands, and kissed and clung to me?