The moon is alone in the sky
As thou in my soul;
The sea takes her image to lie
Where the white ripples roll
All night in a dream,
With the light of her beam,
Hushedly, mournfully, mistily up to the shore.
The pebbles speak low
In the ebb and the flow,
As I when thy voice came at intervals, tuned to adore:
Nought other stirred
Save my heart all unheard
Beating to bliss that is past evermore.
Song (untitled #2)
George Meredith
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Poem topics: alone, dream, heart, light, moon, night, sea, sky, voice, soul, shore, white, speak, adore, save, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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