Meadows of the Moon
Over meadows of the moon,
Across the silver sand,
The errant blooms of lights were strewn,
At midnight woke from stars; at noon
Slept still on either hand.
The Garden
Tell me where the peacock flies (In his tail a hundred eyes) In and out the trees; disguise Of tapestry among the blooms Through the gardens' hundred rooms Where the scented cypress looms Above the jasmine; silver night Wrapped above, beneath; while white The waking moon that dreams delight In wings of green that dip and rise, And gentle jasmine's sweet perfume On the moonlight's breath takes flight.
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