[Editor: This poem by Mary Eliza Fullerton was published in Moods and Melodies: Sonnets and Lyrics (1908).]
Love’s Conspirators
She thought the gentle boat would drift among
The shallows of his heart for holiday;
But while she watched the gleaming oars at play,
And while the rippling ditties they two sung
Straight to the skies on staves of gladness swung,
Or sped along the waters and away;
And on the land the witching twilight lay,
They drifted on, one loving; and both young.
The Place was with him; his conspirator
Was solemn Time, whose features in the dim
And charmed night the smile of Cupid wore;
When gloom took all upon the far shore’s rim
Their boat upon the deeps the current bore,
The world forgot in her, forgot in him.
Source:
Mary E. Fullerton, Moods and Melodies: Sonnets and Lyrics, Melbourne: Thomas C. Lothian, 1908, p. 41
Editor’s notes:
stave = a rung of a ladder (may also refer to: a sturdy long wooden stick used as a weapon, a staff; archaic, plural of “staff”; a thin, narrow strip of wood used to construct the vertical aspect of the sides of a barrel, bucket, cask, or similar container)
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