Oh , the rapture of it ! * * * * * We may give all we will if we do not ask for a return . There should be no barter in love . If , by reason of the greatness of my love for you , I were to ask your love in return , I should be a base creature . It is only because I am content to love and serve for the sake of loving and serving that I have the right to love you . * * * * * I have a memory of a blush of yours -- a rose of the years that will bloom forever in my garden of remembrance . Tonight you blushed when I came upon you suddenly among the flowers . You were startled -- perhaps I had broken too rudely on some girlish musing ; and straightway your round , pale curve of cheek and your white arch of brow were made rosy as with the dawn of beautiful sunrise . I shall see you forever as you looked at that time . In my mad moments I shall dream , knowing all the while that it is only a dream , that you blushed with delight at my coming . I shall be able to picture forevermore how you would look at one you loved . * * * * * Tonight the moon was low in the west . It hung over the sea like a shallop of ruddy gold moored to a star in the harbour of the night . I lingered long and watched it , for I knew that you , too , were watching it from your window that looks on the sea . You told me once that you always watched the moon set . It has been a bond between us ever since . * * * * * This morning I rose at dawn and walked on the shore to think of you , because it seemed the most fitting time . It was before sunrise , and the world was virgin . All the east was a shimmer of silver and the morning star floated in it like a dissolving pearl . The sea was a great miracle .
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