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The crescent Moon desired to mount on high.
Its slanting course ne'er grew to orb├ęd sway.
A little while it peered above the Hill;
Then lost in cloudy Sunset passed away.

 

The Milky Way no change of color knew.
No lofty peaks gleamed chiller for its fears.
The dews that fall so white within the Court
The flowers' cups wept full with quiet tears.