XVII.

Your looks have touched my soul with bright

Ineffable emotion;

As moonbeams on a stormy night

Illume with transitory light

A seagull on her lonely flight

Across the lonely ocean.

Fluttering from out the gloom and roar,

On fitful wing she flies,

Moon-white above the moon-washed shore;

Then, drowned in darkness as before,

She's lost, as I when lit no more

By your beloved eyes.