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First Line: Thy beauty haunts me heart and soul
Last Line: Is greater than thy nightingales.
Alternate Author Name(s): Davies, W. H.
Subject(s): Moon


Thy beauty haunts me heart and soul,
Oh, thou fair Moon, so close and bright;
Thy beauty makes me like the child
That cries aloud to own thy light:
The little child that lifts each arm
To press thee to her bosom warm.

Though there are birds that sing this night
With thy white beams across their throats,
Let my deep silence speak for me
More than for them their sweetest notes:
Who worships thee till music fails,
Is greater than thy nightingales.





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