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Full Moon

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As I walked out one harvest night
About the stroke of One,
The Moon attained to her full height
Stood beaming like the Sun.
She exorcised the ghostly wheat
To mute assent in Love's defeat
Whose tryst had now begun.

The fields lay sick beneath my tread,
A tedious owlet cried;

The nightingale above my head
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Leslie Sharp 07 February 2015

This was a tricky poem one that I would have to think about

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