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I have seen the open moon
Free born — I have seen it
With its scowl cowering in my eyes
Beaming down upon this duplicitous soul
Enveloping me between its enduring web
Yet, intrigued not I, by folly nor gay abandon
Nor those two deceivers, spring, summer, nor even winter’s fall
For me long ago those dreams went abandoned
In vain they entice me; nor do they encapsulate me, nor forestall
Nor indulge me when either the Montagues or Capulets call
Still be, I have felt nature’s soft wants, witnessed her free and open range across the heavens
Her temperamental change — I have felt the mistletoe rage
Out upon that windswept plain, that open field, under that majestic gaze, all places be
I have been called wantonly: hark! Where is thy gentle kiss
Do you exist — where does Juliet even now resist
Has she fallen or have the ages befallen us
– no longer to feel such sweet surrender
The pull of that sweet temptress from above in all her mystery and shining glory
Has her nature forever changed
Does she stray
Or has she abandoned me
Am I resigned to cede to the dawn, her false caress
Under such a timid moon
With its spell resisted by the light of yet another dying day
