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1875–1928

First Love

Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

BY the pulse that beats in my throat By my heart like a bird I know who passed through the dusk Though he spoke no word!

I cannot move in my place, I am chained and still; I pray that the moon pause not By my window-sill.

I have hidden my face in my hair And my eyes are veiled — Not even a star must know How my lips have paled —

Was ever a night so quick ‘ Neath a moon so round? I hear the earth as it turns — And my heart's low sound!

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