. . . moonlight
Mysterious lover, you are a riddle read by moonlight,
and my yearning for you a gaunt goblin fed by moonlight.
For us no garish, glittering, sudden, sunlit romance;
but let us slip away stealthily and wed by moonlight.
Swear not by constant gods: love is ephemeral.
Like foolish Juliet, swear instead by moonlight.
And will we traverse different forests, you and I,
I chasing my compass, while you are led by moonlight?
On a pile of leaves beside this stream I make my bed,
while, on a cluster of stars, you make your bed by moonlight.
Thus the incompleat logician strives to calculate
the product of equations multiplied by moonlight.
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