If both we should gaze upon the sky
And see the sky clear with white moonshine,
Perhaps a thought may in us aroused
Of one distanced, but gazing up tonight;
And the moon will spell sorrows, or regrets,
Or dim memories, cheers long muffled;
That in her salient orbs and silent sea,
She'll see us both, up gazing at her sight;
And may the years as they roll,
Bring fond memories as often as recurs,
Whenever we should gaze upon the sky
And feel the moon white shine of hers.
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