An Eastern Ballad

 I speak of love that comes to mind:
The moon is faithful, although blind;
She moves in thought she cannot speak.

Perfect care has made her bleak.


I never dreamed the sea so deep,
The earth so dark; so long my sleep,
I have become another child.

I wake to see the world go wild.

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