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Serie: The White Canoe And other Verse
Dost remember, dear one, floating
On a moonlit silver sea;
Stars above us, depths beneath us,
Shadows covering you and me?
Ever drifting, spellbound, silent,
Down a shimmering track of light;
While around the gloom was throbbing
With the mystery of night.
Mute our lips; what need of speaking? / But our heart chords were as tense / As a bowstring stretched to breaking: / Every look was eloquence.
Till my soul had burst its barriers, / And I told you my desire; / Told of love, undying passion, / Strong as ocean, pure as fire.
You nor moved, nor sighed, nor answered, / Pale your cheek was as your dress, / But the golden lashes drooping / Gave response, and it was "Yes."
That was five long years ago, dear, / Can you hear me as I speak? / For again I see the lashes / Falling on a pallid cheek.
Still, and ah! so silent sleeping, / Motionless you take your rest; / I've your pledge of love beside me, / And your image in my breast.
Just one golden head you gave me, / Little one with eyes of blue; / See, she nestles to my shoulder: / Darling, can you see us two?