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1841–1896

XVII.

Mathilde Blind

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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