When the night came young,
Like a diamond of a song,*
Caught between youth and starry dome,
me saw how my self piped
An evening blessed ripe,
For a sure and lengthy cut to my bliss,
Taking a road where autumn with rains mixed
Caught my mind off the cuff,
Caught my drenched moist sleeve,
And me thought of life
How beautiful like a boat it glides,
Through ripples slight
Shines under the silvery light,
A sickle of a dream perhaps there me bore,
Perhaps there me found a poem left on the shore...
By the night like a song,
On a written dictat, shining under a starry dome.
( Note: *on a song, )
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