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What counsel has the hooded moon
Put in thy heart, my shyly sweet,
Of Love in ancient plenilune,
Glory and stars beneath his feet-
A sage that is but kith and kin
With the comedian Capuchin?
Believe me rather that am wise
In disregard of the divine,
A glory kindles in those eyes
Trembles to starlight. Mine, O Mine!
No more be tears in moon or mist
For thee, sweet sentimentalist.
What Counsel Has The Hooded Moon
James Joyce
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Poem topics: believe, heart, wise, ancient, divine, beneath, love, moon, I love you, sweet, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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