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/ I. White moons may come, white moons may go, / She sleeps where wild wood blossoms blow, / Nor knows she of the rosy June, / Star-silver flowers o'er her strewn, / The pearly paleness of the moon, -- / Alas! how should she know!
/ II. The downy moth at evening comes / To suck thin honey from wet blooms; / Long, lazy clouds that swimming high / Brood white about the western sky, / Grow red as molten iron and lie / Above the fragrant glooms.