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Walter de la Mare - Full Moon
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One night as Dick lay half asleep, 
Into his drowsy eyes 
A great still light began to creep 
From out the silent skies. 
It was the lovely moon`s, for when 
He raised his dreamy head, 
Her surge of silver filled the pane 
And streamed across his bed. 
So, for a while, each gazed at each — 
Dick and the solemn moon — 
Till, climbing slowly on her way, 
She vanished, and was gone.
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