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On a midsummer night, on a night that was eerie with stars, / In a wood too deep for a single star to look through, / You led down a path whose turnings you knew in the darkness, / But the scent of the dew-dripping cedars was all that I knew.
I drank of the darkness, I was fed with the honey of fragrance, / I was glad of my life, the drawing of breath was sweet; / I heard your voice, you said, "Look down, see the glow-worm! " / It was there before me, a small star white at my feet.
We watched while it brightened as though it were breathed on and / burning, / This tiny creature moving over earth's floor -- / "‘_L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle_," / You said, and no more.