A year had passed, when his ship at last
Discharged its motley crew,
And the color came to her cheeks in a flame
When she thought what a year could do.
Discharged its motley crew,
And the color came to her cheeks in a flame
When she thought what a year could do.
She stole to the shore at dusk, or before
The stars were large in the sky,
And cried, "Oh, my own, I am waiting alone!"
In answer there came—a sigh!
The stars were large in the sky,
And cried, "Oh, my own, I am waiting alone!"
In answer there came—a sigh!
He stood before her, her true adorer,
One instant, only one;
But that moment's bliss was enough for this—
It told what a year had done!
One instant, only one;
But that moment's bliss was enough for this—
It told what a year had done!
White and wan as the sky at dawn,
Like a trembling mist, I ween;
He seemed to be but a breath of the sea,
Through which the stars could be seen.
Like a trembling mist, I ween;
He seemed to be but a breath of the sea,
Through which the stars could be seen.
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