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| To tread your ways breath your air to lie within your comforting down Close by sheltering hill in the dusk I'd lie Soft and close and closer still With dawn and hope and Lark I'd rise to sweep away your darkling veils full naked then in those glorious rays to ancient rhythmn I'd softly tread the verdant green late Summer ways GSL |
| Moonlight The far moon maketh lovers wise In her pale beauty trembling down, Lending curved cheeks, dark lips, dark eyes, A strangeness not their own. And, though they close their lids to kiss, In starless darkness peace to win, Even on that secret world from this Her twilight enters in. Walter De La Mare |
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