Nocturne

A SHIP that speeds with a crimson sail,
Aslant on a restless sea,
And in my heart the longing
That stirs unceasingly.

A wind that warms with a perfumed breath
Adrift from the dreaming earth,
And for my grief no solace
But melancholy's dearth.

A hush that haunts like a loved one's smile
In dreams of departed years,
But in the silence sadness
And unavailing tears.

The night that comes with a bat-like sweep,
A moon with the harvest light,
But O, the endless yearning
For one beyond the night.
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