She almost swooned,
With the breeze and the moon
And the slipping sea,
And he beside her,
her, leaning--
The ship careening,
With the white moon steadily shining over
Her and her lover,
Theodore, still her lover!
With the breeze and the moon
And the slipping sea,
And he beside her,
her, leaning--
The ship careening,
With the white moon steadily shining over
Her and her lover,
Theodore, still her lover!
Amy Lowell
