Starless Lake
Yon crescent Moon, as fixed as if it grew
In its own cloudless, starless lake of blue;
I see them all so excellently fair,
I see, not feel, how beautiful they are!
-Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834),
Dejection: An Ode
images © 1999 by Randy Wang
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