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This evening the moon dreams more
As some fair woman, in cushions deep
With gentle hand listlessly
The contour of her breasts she sleeps
On velvet of avalanches soft
She often lies enraptured as she
And gazes on white visions
Which like a blossoming to heaven
When sometimes on globe, in indolence
She lets a secret tear drop down, by
A poet, set against
Takes in his hand this pale and furtive
This opal drop where rainbow appear
And hides it in his far from the sun