To the Full Moon Rising

Must you now so soon be leaving?
Moments gone, so close you were..
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Yet you feel my feeling darken
Show a single edge, as star
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Go your way, in purest splendour
More and more intensely bright
Let my heart race and ache, so tender.
Rapturous it is, the night.


(by Goethe: 1828)