The far moon maketh lovers wise
In her pale beauty trembling down,
Lending curved cheeks, dark lips, dark eyes,
A strangeness not their own.
And, though they shut their eyelids to kiss,
In starless darkness peace to win.
Even on that secret world from this
Her twilight enters in.
-Walter de la Mare.

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