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What Counsel Has the Hooded Moon

 What counsel has the hooded moon 
Put in thy heart, my shyly sweet, 
Of Love in ancient plenilune, 
Glory and stars beneath his feet -- - 
A sage that is but kith and kin 
With the comedian Capuchin? 

Believe me rather that am wise 
In disregard of the divine, 
A glory kindles in those eyes 
Trembles to starlight.
Mine, O Mine! No more be tears in moon or mist For thee, sweet sentimentalist.

Poem by James Joyce
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