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James Joyce - What Counsel Has the Hooded Moon
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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.
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