It is yet deep night of dream
flames of fire by the candles
livid darkness snaffles pale
scruples never hold it back
eyes look limpid by the dew
shadow of love tip toes into room
candle overawes by its gleams
brazier rays of fall cascade
grace of love blushes half muffled
scarlet red redounds in wine redolent
full moon redoubts of elysian blue
light follows path of deliverance
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