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SERENADE by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON

First Line: MOON OF MY SOUL, ARISE!
Last Line: THERE SLANTS A FALLING SPHERE.

MOON of my soul, arise!
Ah me, the moon, the moon goes out in clouds;
Lo, a great darkness all the heaven shrouds
And night is in mine eyes.

Star of my life, appear!
Ah, not a star, not one is lit on high --
Only along the edges of the sky
There slants a falling sphere.



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