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Anon. Riding

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"A Feast of Lanterns", by L. Cranmer-Byng, [1916],

p. 83

Anon

\"(From The Sung Collection)"

Riding By Moonlight

From the tall hill-top some great star

Falls to the west afar and afar.

Out of the glistening gorge below

The orient moon swims full and slow.

Hair dishevelled and sleeves blown wide,

Into the kind cool night I ride.

Faint winds free strange scents anew

Moon-paled maples bright with dew,

Dripping dreams from bough to bough

Sigh to my lute, Why sleepest thou?

Hands on the waiting strings fall mute.

Low my heart answers--"I am the lute."
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