THE DAMSEL OF MOBILE
And now the Summer time no more,
The vikings of the rain
Thunder their turf-steeds on the shore
And prowl the jasmine plain;
The night shade blackens on my brow,
The lightnings gash like steel—
But a Summer heart still throbs for thee,
Darling Damsel of Mobile!
I know, I know that Summer goes,
Like some divine disguise;
I know that Summer rapture flows
By ringlets and blue eyes—
But thou, my Psyche and my soul!
To thee alone I kneel,
With the Summer sunshine in thy hair,
Darling Damsel of Mobile!
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