Aone
The moon's soft golden meshes make
All night a veil;
The shore-lamps in the sleeping lake
Laburnum tendrils trail.
The sly reeds whisper in the night
A name — her name;
And all my soul is a delight,
A swoon of shame.
All night a veil;
The shore-lamps in the sleeping lake
Laburnum tendrils trail.
The sly reeds whisper in the night
A name — her name;
And all my soul is a delight,
A swoon of shame.
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