Beside the pale, gentle moon
There shone a single radiant star,
Etched in the night of somber hue.
As I looked up a mighty swoon
Came over me, for so very far
Stood the star in the dark blue...
So lofty to me it seemed,
More beautiful than I could endure.
At length it spoke, and I understood,
Or was it that I only dreamed?
'Tis very hard now to be sure,
Now that its voice is gone for good.
But I heard it speak -so softly- to me,
In me awoke true love through kindness:
I thought I'd found what I still seek.
Then, in a fleeting mist of poetry
It left me in momentary blindness
Under the nightly sky, bare and bleak.
I grieved the loss of its light
And soothing words like lullabies,
Uttered by that voice I still love;
For to the empty, darkling night
I cannot bring it back with reveries
Nor bid it grace the sky above.
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