I sat upon a windswept rock
And gazed across the shore.
The stormy ocean flung its surf
Amidst tumultuous roar.
A figure slowly came in view –
A woman dressed in white -
With flowing hair of chestnut gold -
A vision of delight!
Threatening clouds above the beach
Cast shadows on the sand;
Teasing sunbeams danced around
As if at her command.
The sweetest song I ever heard
Came drifting through the air.
An angel would but sing as she -
My love, with chestnut hair.
Another could not steal my heart
As she had captured mine.
Her strangely mystic movements
Made me feel quite lost in time.
Then as the thought of angel song
Flashed quickly through my mind,
This celestial being disappeared
From view of humankind.
I searched the beach my eyes transfixed,
To glimpse her stunning form,
But this heavenly being left our world
In the breakers of the storm.
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