Through a darkening, while to tremble not
I am bidden to enter
A garden, now the Moon's to water.
Of sky-webbing strung over!
What is managed in royalist's vein
Savoured as for duty's sake.
Her new serenity's bright uptake
Adds to my valour's intake.
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