Lost!

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A moon upon a moonlit sea
To me thou art;
And every shining part
Of heaven belong to thee;
And in my deepest dreams
Those little timid beams
Come down to me.

Art as a faintly perfumed flower
In perfumed glades;
And in the sombre shades
At every falling shower
Of rain, or shroud of dew,
Each broken, blistered willow knew
A fragrant power.

And yet thou art a woman too
No less then these;
Thou art by lands and seas
A woman that I knew.
And I would know the more;
But now the lovely shore
Is lost to view.

© Leon Gellert