She watched above, and even so
I stood there watching from below;
Till, grown so bold at last, I sung,—
(What matter now the theme thereof!)—
It brought an answer from her tongue—
Faint as the murmur of a dove,
Yet all the more the song of love....
“I turned and looked upon the bay,
With palm to forehead—eyes a-blur
In the sea’s smile—meant but for her!—