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Mortal, mortal, have you seen / In the scented summer night, / Great Astarte, clad in green / With a veil of mystic light, / Passing on her silent way, / Pale and lovelier than day?
Mortal, mortal, have you heard, / On an odorous summer eve, / Rumors of an unknown word / Bidding sorrow not to grieve, -- / Echoes of a silver voice / Bidding every heart rejoice?
Mortal, when the slim new moon / Hangs above the western hill, / When the year comes round to June / And the leafy world is still, / Then, enraptured, you shall hear / Secrets for a poet's ear.
Mortal, mortal, come with me, / When the moon is rising large, / Through the wood or from the sea, / Or by some lone river marge. / There, entranced, you shall behold / Beauty's self, that grows not old.