Soft as the moonlight, glinting
on a veil of silken snow
you're pale - your white beauty, maudlin?
My heart beats speaking in an overflow
you, with your dark hair roving
oh, Ivory shouldered, queen
there, where the barn owl, sleeping?
So quietly calm and serene
there, where the raven is feeding?
His talons in the snow,
therewith a heart still bleeding,
I'll pray you, love me so?
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My heart beats speaking in an overflow You, with your dark hair roving Oh, Ivory shouldered, queen.. Wonderful expressions of beauty. tony