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25.03.2023 ³
Ode to Selene or Diana
by Howard Phillips Lovecraft
Immortal Moon, in maiden splendour shine.
Dispense thy beams, divine Latona's child.
Thy silver rays all grosser things refine,
And hide harsh Truth in sweet illusion mild.
In thy soft light, the city of unrest
That stands so squalid in thy brother's glare
Throws off its habit, and in silence blest,
Becomes a vision, sparkling bright, and fair.
The modern world, with all it's care & pain,
The smoky streets, the hideous clanging mills,
Fade 'neath thy beams, Selene and again
We dream like shepherds on Chaldea's hills.
Take heed, Diana of my humble plea
Convey me where my happiness can last
Draw me against the tide of time's rough sea
And let my spirit rest amid the past.
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