Yon rising Moon that looks for us again—
How oft hereafter will she wax and wane;
But, Oh, how oft before we have beheld
Six Moons arise—who now seek Two in vain.
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And when Thyself at last shall come to trip
Down that dim Dock where Charon loads his Ship,
I’ll meet Thee on the other Wharf if Thou
Wilt promise to have Something on thy Hip.
