Night is my sister, and how deep in love,
How drowned in love and weedily washed ashore,
There to be fretted by the drag and shove
At the tide's edge, I lie—these things and more:
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How would you change this into a melody? I thought that an amazing poem would have its own melody but it may not but I was just wondering.