Do you remember how we used to argue?
I rebelled so against my love! I imagined that I had loved once already and once for all.

But on the night of the fire I knew that my love for you was different from all that had gone before or would ever come again.

I gave in to it at last, and oh! the joy of giving in! I had fought against the greatest blessing of my life, and I never knew it till I had given up fighting.

What did I care about the fire?
I was never happier--until now! You sang through my heart like the wind through the rigging; my one fear was that I might go to the bottom without telling you my love.

When I asked to say a few last words to you on the poop, it was to tell you my love before we parted, that you might know I loved you whatever came.