In her dove-heart there stirred

Murmurs the dull bee heard,

And Love, Life's wild white bird,

Straightway she knew.

Resting her lilac cheek

Gently, in aspect meek,

On the gray stone,

The morning-glory, free,

Welcomed the yellow bee,

Heard the near-rolling sea

Murmur and moan.

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Calm lay the tawny sand

Stretching a long wet hand

To the far wave.

Swift to her warm waiting breast

Longing to be possessed

Leaps 'neath his billowy crest

Her Lover brave.

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