All quiet on the bright face…

All quiet on the bright face.
And dewy midnight quiet.
With silent triumph on his face
I open the verge of verse.

Whisper and links, as a string.
The - night flowers - not words.
Their dew made white moon
At the foot of her celebrations.

19 Martha 1903

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