At Sea

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Title:     At Sea
Author: Gilbert Parker [More Titles by Parker]

Through the round window above, the deep palpable blue,
The wan bright moon, and the sweet stinging breath of the sea;
And below, in the shadows, thine eyes like stars,
And Love brooding low, and the warm white glory of thee.

Oh, soft was the song in my soul, and soft beyond thought were thy lips,
And thou wert mine own, and Eden reconquered was mine
And the way that I go is the way of thy feet, and the breath that I breathe,
It hath being from thee and life from the life that is thine!

[The end]
Gilbert Parker's poem: At Sea

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