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When have I last looked on / The round green eyes and the long wavering bodies / Of the dark leopards of the moon?
All the wild witches those most noble ladies, / For all their broom-sticks and their tears, / Their angry tears, are gone.
The holy centaurs of the hills are banished; / And I have nothing but harsh sun; / Heroic mother moon has vanished, / And now that I have come to fifty years / I must endure the timid sun.