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True' round, and fullest sphere. Of blight laid' yon-field, cast-on dark' silloette. Mirror' to my night. My sight' holds no light, before' your gaze. Brilliance'! in twilight. Thy' sad circle claims early, these misted days. Sewn stars' fade away, as' they may. Even so' whilst April, can'st leave' well enough. For tallowed' month, gave' what hope could stave. Having such' to worry, what' does time gain? a mind' alone' Shalt not' thought come, Where shadows' stray. Nor, to' have seen' farther. Be'twix'ed white' lunar beam's. Might phantoms play' pipper's tune. "Nault" for warning. Should soul' lost, try hide. Be'neath woods' and hour, of harvest' moon. Never with' sun's face, will the living' to grace. Yet-again' summer warmth' show flesh, presence in-kind. Leaving earily, scored pattern crosses' over open' sky. Rising' gleam, from disk chases' it's harrowed' form. Continueing' to cut brighter, upon' archer's straightest' line.

My situation is like the moon

wonderful narration!

Fantastic reading of this epic poem! 👏👏

❤️ this piece

Well done, much enjoyed.

Probably the most well done reading of this on KZbin, thanks for sharing!

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And dear ghost stop pestering people at their dining table, very unmannerly 😝

Great, but what's the rush😁

Fabulous atmosphere.

The picture and sound of water were a great accompaniment to the beautifully-read poem.

A wonderful presentation of this poem.

This is fabulous and well worth a watch!