The moon rose slowly on the cliffs,
And touched the lake with rippling gleam.
The boats drift noiselessly along,
As phantoms gliding in a dream.
The soft light flashed on oar-blades wet,
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And showed the craft en sithouette.
Across the moon's wake floats a skiff;
Two man it, and yet one is fair.
He takes his seat beside her, then-
A silvery laugh the echoes bear;
And as their heads together met,
I saw them kiss, en [sithouette.
Her form, though indistinct, calls up
The image of my lady true,
She'd never play me false ! altho'
The laugh was very like hers, too.
The doubt is madd'ning,-and yet
I saw them kiss, en sithouette.
[C. B. B. in Columbia Spectator.
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