The moon, a glow of golden sorrow,
Cast its faint light upon her ethereal form,
A vision of perfection, beckoning and forlorn;
The pearly chariot, motionless, as if in mourning,
Reflected not the lunar glow, nor the world's vain concern.
'Twas no mortal spectacle, this wondrous sight,
That surpassed all earthly glory, and human plight;
Those who bore witness to this heavenly...
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