Your looks have touched my soul with bright 
Ineffable emotion; 
As moonbeams on a stormy night 
Illume with transitory light 
A seagull on her lonely flight 
Across the lonely ocean. 

Fluttering from out the gloom and roar, 
On fitful wing she flies, 
Moon-white above the moon-washed shore; 
Then, drowned in darkness as before, 
She's lost, as I when lit no more 
By your beloved eyes.