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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.