Midnight’s Bride

Faint behind a cotton cloud

fianced and inclined to wait

shy amidst a diamond garden

by request permission is given

his breath it was wind driven

blown away, her wedding shroud

Alas the kiss! revered, avowed!

Moon Bride again, of Midnight proud

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