Thomas Stearns Eliot
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I observe: 'Our sentimental friend the moon!
Or possibly (fantastic, I confess)
It may be Prester John's balloon
Or an old battered lantern hung aloft
To light poor travellers to their distress.'
She then: 'How you digress!'
And I then: 'Some one frames upon the keys
That exquisite nocturne, with which we explain