[BNP/E3, 49A2 – 82]

9-3-08.

A child once dreamed to sail to the moon

And he’s ailed away

On a vessel dark, wind cold did moan

     The moon-stricken spray.

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Ah I have lost my native shore

     And the moon is as far as e’er

Why did I wander? The sea is before

And after and I here

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Who doth not know this here where makes

Our thoughts to real sense.

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But as he wert, on the moonlit wave

     He learned light came

“See, his pale feeling that seekth to have

     In the moon a name|”

And he entered half-sad, half-†, 

     Half ridiculous

And he but all shame from sight no sad

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And soon he even lost in the mighty sea

     And the moon afar

Its distance smelled at his agony

     Feeling his world care.

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My feeling the moon can never reach

     ‘Tis in him strand.

I am abandoned in the senses’ stretch

     And what for land

I am alone, because my desire

     Was to reast the †

And far from the shine is of who’s fine,

     I am one alone.

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But my heart is not fun nor torn nor great