Beneath the dome of ancient night,
When owls awake, and poets write,
My lover sleeps, the sylvan child,
With flowers that are strange and wild.
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Excellent work! ! Seems you have a natural voice. The first 4 lines are my favorite, I give it a 9 out of 10.