The gray of the sea, and the gray of the sky, <br />A glimpse of the moon like a half-closed eye. <br />The gleam on the waves and the light on the land, <br />A thrill in my heart,--and--my sweetheart's hand. <br /> <br />She turned from the sea with a woman's grace, <br />And the light fell soft on her upturned face, <br />And I thought of the flood-tide of infinite bliss <br />That would flow to my heart from a single kiss. <br /> <br />But my sweetheart was shy, so I dared not ask <br />For the boon, so bravely I wore the mask. <br />But into her face there came a flame:-- <br />I wonder could she have been thinking the same?<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-thoughts-and-his/
