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Does the Moon love best / When the trees write fortunes on the West? / When the webs are done, / All the milkweed spun, / And when brown roads up to the blue sky run?
Does the Moon love best / When the budding creeps from the sunny South / Where the crocus leaps, / And the robin cheeps, / And the earth is a-blossom with rain-wet mouth?
Does the Moon love best / The wild winds driving out of the North? / The hazel rod, / And the brown seed-pod, / And the Autumn censers swinging forth?
Oh! the Gypsy Moon, / Wandering ways so silverly! / Hers is the love of cricket-shoon, / And wigwam corn, / And the smell of morn, / And October grasses on vagrom dune!