A Love Retrospect Comments

Silver moonlight sleeping over fairy realms to human eyes,
Like the garments of an angel trailing from the starry skies;
Shadows lying in the distance, balmy as the breath of winds;
Moonbeams stealing sweetly through them, like the thoughts through poets' minds;
River with its thousand wavelets gliding bright as silver bars,
With a quiet stretch of bosom for the holding of the stars.
Not a sound to fret the silence—all as still as still can be,
Save at times a low faint murmur from the trembling aspen tree.
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