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Love and the drift of many dreams, Under the moon of a Florida night, Over the beach with its silvery seams White as a sail is white.

Love that entered into two lives Out of the dreams that the nights have borne, Over the waves where the vapor drives, Mists that the stars have torn.

Love that welded two hearts and hands There by the sea, ’neath the shell-white moon, Like to the stars and the mists and the sands Setting two lives in tune.

Nights of love that one still keeps Sacred;--nights, that the faith of one Heartened there in the treacherous deeps, Under a tropic sun.