The moon on the sea has polished a mirror
Etched its image in dull quicksilver
The cicadas sing in the evening shadows
As summer wanes and slowly mellows

The night murmurs in bewitching charm
Fills the spirit with a nostalgic calm
A mysterious lighthouse far away beams
Under its watchful eye, the steel body gleams

By Clara de Lataillade

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