Like the hills of heaven, she lay
serene and splendid in the night,
forgetful of the golden day
and dreaming in the silver light.
Dreaming of the loss of love,
of flowers blooming on the sea
and gulls descending from above
who bore them off quite merrily.
Shadows shifted on the wall,
the shy moon fled the brazen sun;
she heard the robin sweetly call,
her wedding day had now begun.
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