The moon is whole, and the night is young
Our lives are tied, like the devil's tongue
Stars won't shine in grieving night
Moonlight will vanish out of lovers sight ...
Within the pale blue haze above,
Some pitchy shreds took size and form,
And, like a madman's wrath or love,
From nothing rose a sudden storm.
The blossom'd limes, which seem'd to exhale
Her breath, were swept with one strong sweep,
And up the dusty road the hail
Came like a flock of hasty sheep,
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