"Tonight the moon dreams in a deeper languidness, And, like a beauty on her cushions, lies at rest; While drifting off to sleep, a tentative caress Seeks, with a gentle hand, the contour of her breast; As on a crest above her silken avalanche, Dying, she yields herself to an unending swoon, And sees a pallid vision everywhere she'd glance, In the azure sky where blossoms have been strewn. When sometime, in her weariness, upon her sphere She might permit herself to sheda furtive tear, A poet of great piety, a foe of sleep, Catches in the hollow of his hand that tear, An opal fragment, iridescent as a star; Within his heart, far from the sun, it's buried deep." This listing is for one matte 18x24 borderless poster print, printed on heavy poster stock. Please allow 2-3 weeks for delivery.
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