Myfanwy
T Tom Billsborough
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My dream was once Myfanwy
Whose blush no more appears
Whenever I draw near.
Just like the full moon waxing,
Her gaze remains serene
As though she looks beyond me
Into another's dream.
Oh, yes, the full moon waxing,
It casts a sapphire glow
Upon the burdened clouds
Which gather down below.
The moon remains impassive
All throughout the night
As I become a stranger
In my beloved's sight.
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