moon over hills

There’s a bright, enchanted Moon out there
Floating magnificent over the deep ocean of dark
It lasts in Its murmurs of longing for joy
It binds down Its tint in a earthly alloy

Oh! Pale vessel of the Dreams,
why carriest Thou so dreadful pain?
Remember that aching is just a decoy,
A treacherous trap, mocking of hearts, like toys

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