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The Chosen Bride

I cannot bring you

The stars and the moon,

But let me take you

To my island shores

And speak of them

In songs, quite my own;

Let me make you feel

The softness of moonlight,

Hear the music of

The muses in nightly

Conferences of the Universe;

Let me stretch your

Hand up into the skies,

Slip your slender

Finger into the stars

Set in a ring of gold

Smelt of Mars;

So, that in the court

Of Venus, the heaven’s pride,

You on the shores

Will rise and sigh, truly

As the chosen bride!

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