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Slowly the moon is rising out of the ruddy haze, / Divesting herself of her golden shift, and so / Emerging white and exquisite; and I in amaze / See in the sky before me, a woman I did not know / I loved, but there she goes and her beauty hurts my heart; / I follow her down the night, begging her not to depart.