night of the moon
crickets calls
are rising
in one song of love
they rise as
emotion rises:
to-night
to-night
the alleys of the country
with white dust
light
throughout the
depth of night:
a chapel in the
distance looms
small
yet against the plain-cliff
rising:
in a silhouette
melting:
how silent is the silence here!
how sweet and noble to be here
and stay as long as you wish
here!
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