With fullmoonlight the sky is afire
and with silver the sea and land awash
The moonstruck sea slides into
many caves
.. the swelled tide now afoot
But dawn steals slowly in
Closeted now the silver clothes
woven of the fullmoon rays
with which she did all array
Now the sun's
gold rise aborning
is with higher light
all adorning.
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