[BNP/E3, 49A2 – 79]

24-7-08

I smell the sun along the dales,

     Ascent born of the light,

A {…} that pales

     In the threshold of night.

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Then when the morn is pale and sad

{…}

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I, everyman, in love with the moon

That maketh me swoon