Матильда Блайнд (Mathilde Blind)

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Your looks have touched my soul with bright
           Ineffable emotion;
As moonbeams on a stormy night
Illume with transitory light
A seagull on her lonely flight
           Across the lonely ocean.

Fluttering from out the gloom and roar,
           On fitful wing she flies,
Moon-white above the moon-washed shore;
Then, drowned in darkness as before,
She's lost, as I when lit no more
           By your beloved eyes.

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