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#28 (Free verse) by Lifeboatman
Ere Phoebus trespasses Olympus' court,
Foremost in Her delight is Selene
Cynthian arrows do not abort
Their flightpasses of glowing beams;
Shot through flightpasses of glowing dreams
Twighlight showers of moonlight let grow
The vanity of every midnight rose
To bloom before they fade to-morrow
To linger yet with life they had borrowed
To be on Persephone's table on the morrow
And while Hyperion is fond of his daughter
So is Aphrodite's delight is in that child
Thus no evening rose is born of ether
But all of its darkness made mild
All of its beauty left wild
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