In a Boat
A dusky flock of starlings in their flight
Stand out against the rose-stained heaven, they are
Like leaves uplifted cast athwart the light.
Stand out against the rose-stained heaven, they are
Like leaves uplifted cast athwart the light.
Flushes of lingering colour, from afar
Reflect themselves in the round silver moon,
And in the blue burns flower-like one white star . . .
Reflect themselves in the round silver moon,
And in the blue burns flower-like one white star . . .
Our Summer day has sped so soon . . . soon! . . .
Still, you are near me Dearest, and there lies
All its lost sunshine in your splendid eyes!
Still, you are near me Dearest, and there lies
All its lost sunshine in your splendid eyes!
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