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Amy Lowell - Hora Stellatrix
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The stars hang thick in the apple tree, 
The south wind smells of the pungent sea, 
Gold tulip cups are heavy with dew. 
The night`s for you, Sweetheart, for you! 
Starfire rains from the vaulted blue. 

Listen! The dancing of unseen leaves. 
A drowsy swallow stirs in the eaves. 
Only a maiden is sorrowing. 
`T is night and spring, Sweetheart, and spring! 
Starfire lights your heart`s blossoming. 

In the intimate dark there`s never an ear, 
Though the tulips stand on tiptoe to hear, 
So give; ripe fruit must shrivel or fall. 
As you are mine, Sweetheart, give all! 
Starfire sparkles, your coronal.
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