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How Sweet the Moonlight Sleeps Upon This Bank
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! ....delightful she is with beauty in her soft (sensual) music, and whispered I in her lilac-garland ear; With silver-notes upon her feminine spheres, longing with lips endowed with love, in the cool of blue moon, rolling in the bosom of her cosmos; An immortality in her eyes ---- an infinitely brief whisk of sugared tress dangling with pecks and smiles, " See my dear, " said I ---- " heaven has descended upon me " And the nectar of its finest garden, thy cherubin-scent plucked by Aphrodite ---- (no Aries) .... but a servant compared to thee, for none but I upon thy mind, And the mysteries of thy smile assure divine providence; my very marrow in thy heart, not dare I so deserving ---- for death could lay me down to a long, forgotten sleep, My dreams would still breathe thy ginger wind, from lungs delicious thou Goddess springs; my little midnight lover, with the wind in her hair.... thy breath quicker now, with pearl eyes.... And flushed thy moonlight skin, gleaming my little darkling rose, overwhelmed with love.... Then sleeping sweet upon the moonlit bank, how sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this night! **For the SHAKESPEARE contest***
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