[BNP/E3, 49A2 – 85]

23-6-08.

Like music over the waters

In a moonlight-gleam[1]

To me who lie listeneth alone

That deeply, weirdly alters

Into a restless, vain delight

Killing it not, the heart’s life-moan;

Like the feeling of the sonar

Of a dying longing in us

To a newer living †

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Over

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Such {…}

For though she be {…} and tender

Yet I fell that even there

My troubled soul shall not find rest

 
[1] moonlight-gleam /moonlight\/night\