by ST
. . . we met . . .
O how the heavens set in such a blush!
No longer the mockingbird, but the peaceful dove
sent forth its little coo:
At last, the perfect melody in that sweet birdsong--
It floated over me, tickled my ear 'til I laughed.
I walked back to where the castle stood,
For I had nearly turned from that ruin
and all its romance.
And now I shall gaze with different tears
through the glittering moonless night.
for Sal
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