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_March_ 1870-_March_ 1913
I. O THE opal and the sapphire of that wandering western sea, / And the woman riding high above with bright hair flapping free- / The woman whom I loved so, and who loyally loved me.
II. The pale mews plained below us, and the waves seemed far away / In a nether sky, engrossed in saying their ceaseless babbling say, / As we laughed light-heartedly aloft on that clear-sunned March day.
III. A little cloud then cloaked us, and there flew an irised rain, / And the Atlantic dyed its levels with a dull misfeatured stain, / And then the sun burst out again, and purples prinked the main.
IV. -Still in all its chasmal beauty bulks old Beeny to the sky, / And shall she and I not go there once again now March is nigh, / And the sweet things said in that March say anew there by and by?
V. What if still in chasmal beauty looms that wild weird western shore, / The woman now is-elsewhere-whom the ambling pony bore, / And nor knows nor cares for Beeny, and will see it nevermore.