Eclipse of the Moon HTML version

can't retreat
chilled into the light, all honey
we shall have. I think of new ways
to cry before you, and each exasperation of
sweat stills like a silver crown. If I said
I loved it was forever, if I say I love
it is only for the moment. In this is our
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I don't know how
I love anew
the look of your
face, live glass, on
which shades pass. That which
we know never was, that can be
eternal, fades then:
When in your eyes'
voice remembered
shades rise, surprise
your glance, and let
it fade, remember,
and forget moon,
shore, those once were,
where those choices wane.
Chance turns your flesh
to light. The words
of soft nights fade
in your fresh months.
Still shades shall learn, as
once, often, light
passes in your
glass to each new face.
Yours is here.
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this loveliest
fear, John Donne's best,
Miss Moore's intrepid quest after
courage is fear; caged birds
nest in as high