Yes — this!

O! To the tides of yesteryear and now —

sailing upon the currents of your wish:

“I am remiss, but this — but this! Yes, this.”

Upon the curtain and its call, you bow.

Sharing naught but what the heart has giv’n: Thou,

and Thee plus memory — was all practice

for Tides like these can no man flee, but how?

— it’s simple done as simple did, with this:

you close your eyes and seal it with a kiss —