Its view is one of the best.
As if God's drawing the drape,
To close the sight of the cape.
The golden disc's setting down,
Thus makes the sky the dark gown
To sleep so sound during night,
Until next dawn to be bright.
The frivolous mind so wild,
Plays with the Moon light so mild,
In so soft a breeze of dark,
To a dawn song of a lark.
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