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THE MOON
Moon of our nights of youth, grave ardent goldMajestic mistress of the yearning sea;
Moon of our young love's blinding ecstasy;
Moon of mused secrets that no tongue has told;—
Moon of our first fine midnights, pure and cold, ...
When, with the stir of God's nativity
Within us, we discerned the Mystery
And guessed what death might give and life withhold!
Moon of impassioned vigil in the high
Spacious tranquillities of earth and sky,
As, then, we saw thy light in darkness move
Like guidance on the immeasurable seas,
So, now, we see the full-orbed moon of love
Move on the soul's more vast immensities! ...
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