Moon enters

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Moon enters 

Moon enters
through double glazed windows, 
spreads on the smooth white sheet
of my half empty bed.

I ponder her shepherd boy,*
green, like the valleys.

And Tamino, inflamed with love
on a starry night

*footnotes

 
Therefore, ‟tis with full happiness that I 
Will trace the story of Endymion. 
The very music of the name has gone 
Into my being, and each pleasant scene 
Is growing fresh before me as the green
Of our own vallies:....