His so golden sunny.

Father ridicules the name

But keeps on saying Honey.

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Moon Dazzle

LAST night, as tho’ with new washed eyes

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I looked upon a lake.

Something within me sharply stirred

An understanding ache.

An ardent willow swayed and dipped

The cool depths of lagoon.

Unstirred miles of grass and dew

Lay lonely to the moon.

It seemed I’d never seen a night

Or such a scene before.

The moonbeams stretched a splintered path

From shore to shadowed shore.

I marveled thus, and wondered how

In unveiled hours to come,

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