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MOON

from Heart of Love


Moon, whose countenance describes the night!
are we to vie with such a satellite?
Whose arm hew thee in thy majestic height?
Which eye disclosed thy sister-spirits bright?

Lune, whose marbled arch if carven might
palatial be for seraphs glory-dight,
be herald of the sky, immortal kite!
Be errant for thy Maker, mirror-knight!






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