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I said: "What is the use of sombre night? " / The Moon replied: "To frame my love-wan face. " / A fairy dame said: "That my fresh-wove lace / May on the grasses catch the Sun's first light. " / "That we may keep with song our ancient rite," / Croaked glistening frogs from their dank dwelling place. / "That I may halt," a man said, "in my race, / And rest my eyes that are grown tired of sight."
Your ebon frame, pale Moon, makes you more fair; / Weave, gentle neighbor; frogs, pipe loud your song; / Sad traveller, be dreamless sleep your share. / And I would have night twenty times as long, / And clasp my love in some dark bower where / The Day could never come to do us wrong.