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 whose tuneful wood and stringish undergrowth are ghosts existing without being save to come with juice and pulp to assuage the hungers which the night reveals so that now at last the truth's aglow with devilish peace forestalling day which dawns tomorrow with dreadful reds the heart to predicate with mists that loved the ocean and the fields — Thus moonlight is the perfect human touch