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The stars hang thick in the apple tree, / The south wind smells of the pungent sea, / Gold tulip cups are heavy with dew.
The night's for you, Sweetheart, for you! / Starfire rains from the vaulted blue.
Listen! The dancing of unseen leaves.
A drowsy swallow stirs in the eaves.
Only a maiden is sorrowing. / 'T is night and spring, Sweetheart, and spring! / Starfire lights your heart's blossoming.
In the intimate dark there's never an ear, / Though the tulips stand on tiptoe to hear, / So give; ripe fruit must shrivel or fall.
As you are mine, Sweetheart, give all! / Starfire sparkles, your coronal.