MIDNIGHTThe stars are soft as flowers, and as near;The hills are webs of shadow, slowly spun;No separate leaf or single blade is here-All blend to one.No moonbeam cuts the air; a sapphire lightRolls lazily, and slips again to rest.There is no edgèd thing in all this night,Save in my breast.
-Dorothy Parker
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