Over the roofs the honey-coloured moon,
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With purple shadows on the silver grass,
And the warm south wind on the curving sea,
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While we two, lovers past all turmoil now,
Watch from the window the white sails come in,
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Bearing what unknown ventures safe to port!
So falls the hour of twilight and of love
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With wizardry to loose the hearts of men,
And there is nothing more in this great world
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Than thou and I and the blue dome of dusk.