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"EN SILHOUETTE."

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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