Once on the plume of dream white sleep, soaked with milk and shining through night, the moon came waving with lace. Her silver mantle bound all sides of that fair countenance. The lashes of an eye threw a shadow there. As white as snow in one night’s fall, the moon of her sheen body shone outside her dress. White feet with rosy sandals rode a chariot of silver gold. Two braids of hair wound her head and one threw a shadow down her calves.
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