Enchantment heavy
under the soft stars
the sail some of the immense
heavens towards the south
soft stars single
collective herd
of beauty and of
milk and the night-dews
that starts to fall as
midnight strikes and deep
deep into the night
row sprites and ghosts
and shrouds on olden boats
are ferried slow
over the mist hidden lakes
and streams
till Dawn comes till Dawn lights!
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