Clair de lune

Your soul is a lovely garden, and go

There masque and bergamasque charmingly,

Playing the lute and dancing and also

Sad beneath their disguising fanchise.

 

All are singing in a minor key

Of conqueror love and life opportune

Yet seem to doubt their joyous revelry

As their song melt in the light of the moon.

 

In the calm moonlight fair

That makes the birds dream in the slender trees,

While fountains dream among the statues there ;

Slim fountains sob in silver ectasies.

 

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