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SINGING LOVERS
I rowed: the dimpled tide was at the turn,
And mirth and moonlight spread upon the bay:
There were two singing lovers in the stern;
But mine had gone away,—
Whither, I shunned to say!
And mirth and moonlight spread upon the bay:
There were two singing lovers in the stern;
But mine had gone away,—
Whither, I shunned to say!
The houses stood confronting us afar,
A livid line against the evening glare;
The small lamps livened; then out-stole a star;
But my Love was not there,—
Vanished. I sorrowed where!
A livid line against the evening glare;
The small lamps livened; then out-stole a star;
But my Love was not there,—
Vanished. I sorrowed where!
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His arm was round her, both full facing me
With no reserve. Theirs was not love to hide;
He held one tiller-rope, the other she;
I pulled—the merest glide,—
Looked on at them, and sighed.
With no reserve. Theirs was not love to hide;
He held one tiller-rope, the other she;
I pulled—the merest glide,—
Looked on at them, and sighed.
The moon's glassed glory heaved as we lay swinging
Upon the undulations. Shoreward, slow,
The plash of pebbles joined the lovers' singing,
But she of a bygone vow
Joined in the song not now!
Upon the undulations. Shoreward, slow,
The plash of pebbles joined the lovers' singing,
But she of a bygone vow
Joined in the song not now!
Weymouth.
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