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This evening the moon dreams more
As fair woman, lost in cushions deep
With gentle caresses listlessly
The contour of her before she sleeps
On velvet backs of soft
She often lies enraptured as she
And on white visions aloft
Which like a blossoming to rise
When sometimes on this globe, in
She lets a tear drop down, by chance
A poet, set oblivion
Takes in his hand this pale and tear
This opal where rainbow hues appear
And it in his breast far from the sun