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 HE far moon maketh lovers wise
 * In her pale beauty trembling down,

Lending curved cheeks, dark lips, dark eyes,
 * A strangeness not her own.

And, though they shut their lids to kiss,
 * In starless darkness peace to win,

Even on that secret world from this
 * Her twilight enters in.