|The Ripple of Your Laugh|
So often on this isle we love so well
I've heard the rippling music of your laugh,
Caught from your eyes the swift deep flash of wit;
Then parried thrusts from your gay, nimble mind,
And parted from you most unwillingly.
I would go home—O why did I go home?—
And think and think until my thoughts of you
Dissolved into the dreams of gracious sleep;
And always I heard the ripple of your laugh
Which has not sounded here for many a day.
I can see you now, see your blue eyes
And hold you closely (in the dance of course!),
But still I can hear you best—can hear
The echoing ripple of your happy laugh
And the laughing ripple of your voice.
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