Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
First Love - Poem by Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
BY the pulse that beats in my throat
By my heart like a bird
I know who passed through the dusk
Though he spoke no word!
I cannot move in my place,
I am chained and still;
I pray that the moon pause not
By my window-sill.
I have hidden my face in my hair
And my eyes are veiled--
Not even a star must know
How my lips have paled--
Was ever a night so quick
'Neath a moon so round?
I hear the earth as it turns--
And my heart's low sound!
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