+ Conclave Venutiae Part I +

“Twas noontide of summer,And mid-time of night;And stars, in their orbits,Shone pale, thro’ the light Of the brighter, cold moon,‘Mid planets her slaves,Herself in the Heavens,Her beam on the waves. I gazed awhileOn her cold smile;Too cold- too cold for me- And I turned away to thee,Proud Evening Star,In thy glory afar,And dearer thy beam […]

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