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FIRST LOVE by ISABEL ECCLESTONE MACKAY

First Line: BY THE PULSE THAT BEATS IN MY THROAT
Last Line: AND MY HEART'S LOW SOUND!
Subject(s): HEARTS; LOVE; PASSION;

BY the pulse that beats in my throat
By my heart like a bird
I know who passed through the dusk
Though he spoke no word!

I cannot move in my place,
I am chained and still;
I pray that the moon pause not
By my window-sill.

I have hidden my face in my hair
And my eyes are veiled—
Not even a star must know
How my lips have paled—

Was ever a night so quick
'Neath a moon so round?
I hear the earth as it turns—
And my heart's low sound!



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