When the owls chattered together
In a swift language
Then the sea will discover a mystery
Of old and ancient
To the dim light of the moon
To the light that ghostly shines
From the skies and heavens
They say that it be Venus
Venus on the seas and waves
Cocooned in a cloud-mist of blue
Over the darkling seas
That in the day were blue.
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