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Illileo, the moonlight seemed lost across the vales -- / The stars but strewed the azure as an armor's scattered scales; / The airs of night were quiet as the breath of silken sails, / And all your words were sweeter than the notes of nightingales.
Illileo Legardi, in the garden there alone, / With your figure carved of fervor, as the Psyche carved of stone, / There came to me no murmur of the fountain's undertone / So mystically, musically mellow as your own.