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What counsel has the hooded moon Put in thy heart, my shyly sweet, Of Love in ancient plenilune,

Glory and stars beneath his feet— A sage that is but kith and kin

With the comedian Capuchin?

Believe me rather that am wise

In disregard of the divine, A glory kindles in those eyes

Trembles to starlight. Mine, O Mine!

No more be tears in moon or mist For thee, sweet sentimentalist.