FRAGMENT
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A yellow
moon shines
On the inturned breast of Nuphar,
She the golden river lily;
On the wedding ring of the bride
Glowing with love, adoring in happy pride;
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On the
hair above the brows of innocent childhood;
On the rustling corn of far away in a meadow;
On the gleaming coin which fell in the shadow;
On the cloth of gold of a king;
On the tender midnight blossoming
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| Of briar-bud
to rose.
A wan white moon shines
On a lily they took from the river,
Larger and whiter than all the rest.
Trampled and soiled is its delicate breast.
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On
the satin and snowy robe
She will wear on the morrow,
Who will loathe to be called a wife;
What sorrow is like to her sorrow?
On the stiffening, straggling gray-white locks
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Of the
old man murdered;
On the pale ones who long for bread;
On the silver snake round the arm of a woman
Who longs in her soul to be dead;
On the shroud of a young new mother and babe;
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On the
shedding of blossoms and tears
O’er the mound and the marble.
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