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The Summer Moon

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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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