Thief of the moon, thou robber of old delight,
Thy charms have stolen the star-gold, quenched the moon-
Cold, cold are the birds that, bubbling out of night,
Cried once to my ears their unremembered tune-
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Nice one...I'll not repent. The world's no longer worth One smile from thee, dear pirate of place and time, Thief of old loves that haunted once thy lover!