MARGARET 
 
 
The moon spans Heaven’s architrave ; 
Stars in the deep are set ; 
Written in gold on the day’s grave, 
“ To love, and to forget ; ” 
And sea-winds whisper o’er the wave 
The name of Margaret. 
 
 
A heart of gold, a flower of white, 
A blushing flame of snow, 
She moves like latticed moons of light— 
And O ! her voice is low, 
Shell-murmurs borne to Amphitrite, 
Exulting as they go. 
 
 
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