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 . I walked up and down by it and said your name over and over again . The hour was sacred to you . It was as pure and unspoiled as your own soul . Una , who will bring into your life the sunrise splendour and colour of love ? * * * * * Do you know how beautiful you are , Una ? Let me tell you , dear . You are tall , yet you have to lift your eyes a little to meet mine . Such dear eyes , Una ! They are dark blue , and when you smile they are like wet violets in sunshine .
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