Starlight in masses

Over us passes;

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And in the grass is

Many a flower:

Now will you tell me

How'd you enspell me?

What once befell me

There in your bower?

SHE

Soul unto soul—in the moon's wizard glory,

Let us believe we are parts in a story:—

I am a poem; a poet you hear it

Whispered in star and in flower; a Spirit,

Love, puts my soul in your power.

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 He, suddenly and very earnestly:

Perhaps we lived in the days

Of the Khalif Haroun er Reshid;

And loved, as the story says

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