Don Juans Song
The moon is in an ecstasy, It wanes not nor can grow; The heavens are in a mist of love, And deepest knowledge know: What things in nature seem to move Bear love as I bear love? And bear my pleasures so? I bear my love as streams that bear The sky still flow or shake: Though deep within, too far on high. Light blossoms kiss and wake The waters sooner than the sky; And if they kiss and (lie God made them frail to break.
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