Rubius Nox Quotes
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The Moon Falling
Patient faithful, ancient moon,
Why must thou thus,
Through oracles, and through doubt, summon me?
Must to thy motions, brooder’s seasons pace?
Pure spirited heir, come glorify
Fervent sages, and beamed ‘prentices,
Go tell Hermes that the mendicant can sleep,
Call city fires to bloom,