Francis W.T. Cooper Poems

When first I gazed, across the room,
And locked mine eyes, on thine,
It was as if, electric shocks,
Surged up and down my spine,
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When thro our lovely, glens I stride,
Soft gentle rain, doth fall
'Tis the tears of angels, absolving blessing, all
For you my love, are by my side.
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Tonight is night, all sailors love,
For myriad stars, shed light above,
And gentle breeze, breathes, so softly,
Stirs, mast and spars, a towering loftily.
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When next you hear, a seagull cry,
Pause awhile, and ponder,
Look upwards, to a clear blue sky,
Then scan calm sea, out yonder.
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