From a Farther Room

And, saddening on the sudden, spake Isolt,
“I had forgotten all in my strong joy
To see thee—yearnings?—ay! for, hour by hour,
Here in the never-ended afternoon,
O sweeter than all memories of thee,
Deeper than any yearnings after thee
Seem’d those far-rolling, westward-smiling seas,
Watch’d from this tower.

Idylls of the King: The Last Tournament by Alfred, Lord Tennyson