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?