Catching The Moon.
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Water, transparent as crystal,
Tastes of darkness when night falls,
While on evening sands, in fitful
Patterns, pebbles like trelissed shawls
Faintly gleam as in day-time's white.
Moon wilfully plays shadow games
Of catch as you can, with sheen
Repeating sun's stronger rays, framed
Now in luna-light, our dreams
Appear translucently moon-bright.
Not pearls hid in deep rocky seas,
Nor gull-haunted boating bays
Can keep you from penning meaning
For me, in dark's tender ways,
Soft versed love pledged in moonbeam's light.
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