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MYSTERIES:
A VALENTINE, ’98.
HE sea laughs jewels, on her breast
The sunbeams bear
Children most delicately drest,
Gold flowers and fair.
The blue sea sparkles in the noon,
At dusk is free, -
At midnight does the sacred moon
Embrace the sea.
And on the land the woods are green,
A wild bird’s note
Shrills till the air trembles between
His beak and throat.
And up through blue and gold and black
The shivering sound
Rushes ; no echo murmurs back
From sky or ground.
In the loud agony of song
The moon is still ; ,
The wind drops down the shore along ;
Night hath her will.