Song

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Song

The Moonflower Opens to the Moth

The moonflower opens to the moth,

The mist crawls in from sea;

A great white bird, a snowy owl,

Slips from the alder tree.

Whiter the flowers, love, you hold,

Than the white mist on the sea;

Have you no brighter tropic flowers

With scarlet life, for me?