Songs of the Sea Children

by Bliss Carman


 

LXIV


 

I knew, by that diviner sense 
Which wakes to beauty sweet and lone, 
Once more beneath the moonlit boughs 
Astarte had unloosed her zone;

Immortal passion, fair and wild,

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Remembering her joys of yore,
Had taken on the human guise 
To glad one mortal lover more.