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'Twas the height of the fete when we quitted the riot, / And quietly stole to the terrace alone, / Where, pale as the lovers that ever swear by it, / The moon it We stood there enchanted. -- And O the delight of / The sight of the stars and the moon and the sea, / And the infinite skies of that opulent night of / Purple and gold and ivory!
The lisp of the lip of the ripple just under -- / The half-awake nightingale's dream in the yews -- / Came up from the water, and down from the wonder / Of shadowy foliage, drowsed with the dews, -- / Unsteady the firefly's taper -- unsteady / The poise of the stars, and their light in the tide, / As it struggled and writhed in caress of the eddy, / As love in the billowy breast of a bride.