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He slept as weary toilers do, / She gazed up at the moon. / He stirred and said, "Wife, come to bed"; / She answered, "Soon, full soon. " / (Oh! that strange mystery of the dead moon's face.)
Her cheek was wan, her wistful mouth / Was lifted like a cup, / The moonful night dripped liquid light: / She seemed to quaff it up. / (Oh! that unburied corpse that lies in space.)