The Summer Moon
How is it, O moon, that melting, Unstintedly, prodigally, On the peaks' hard majesty, Till they seem diaphanous And fluctuant as a veil, And pouring thy rapturous light Through pine, and oak, and laurel, Till the summer-sharpened green, Softening and tremulous, Is a lustrous miracle - How is it that I find, When I turn again to thee, That thy lost and wasted light Is regained in one magic breath?
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