I like to write by candle light,
When moon is ripe and round;
There visions dance before my sight,
And fancies fair abound.
When shadows wrap my shoulders bare,
And all the world’s asleep,
I see with view beyond compare,
Despite the shadows deep.
It is such pleasant irony,
Bright scenes here drawn from dark;
But when the sun sinks in the sea,
I see with senses stark.
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