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Once you could see, / The white moon show like a breast revealed / By the slipping shawl of stars. / Could see the small stars tremble / As the heart beneath did wield / Systole, diastole.
All the lovely macrocosm / Was woman once to you, / Bride to your groom. / No tree in bloom / But it leaned you a new / White bosom.