Her Thought and His
The gray of the sea, and the gray of the sky,
A glimpse of the moon like a half-
The gleam on the waves and the light on the
A thrill in my heart,-and—my sweetheart’s
She turned from the sea with a woman’s grace,
And the light fell soft on her upturned face,
And I thought of the flood-tide of infinite bliss
That would flow to my heart from a single kiss.
But my sweetheart was shy, so I dared not ask
For the boon, so bravely I wore the mask.
But into her face there came a flame:--
I wonder could she have been thinking the