𝑯𝒆𝒚, 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓! · 𝑵𝒊𝒌𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒊 𝑮. • 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 • 𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓 𝑫.

'Twas noontide of summer, And mid-time of night; And stars, in their orbits, Shone pale, thro' the light Of the brighter, cold moon. 'Mid planets her slaves, Herself in the heavens, Her beam on the waves I gaz'd awhile On her cold smile; Too cold-too cold for...