THROUGH shifting clouds we watched the warm moon glow,
The soft moist breeze from o'er the bay
Snatched ripples from the sea, and o'er her brow
In ringlets let the ripples stay.
I kissed the breeze, and at its touch I thought
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Of her sweet lips, the under one
"Sucked in to kiss itself," as if it sought
All touch but of its mate to shun.
As longingly her eyes looked to the sky,
Soft as the sea-breeze were the tones
That from her heart caught truth and purity,
Showing what wealth of love it owns.
And when her words came to my ears, no thought
Was mine of charms of form and face,
But to my heart, made reverent, was brought
The knowledge of her pure soul's grace.
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