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Endymion Part 3
>> Oscar Wilde <<
The falling dew is cold and chill,
And no bird sings in Arcady, 30
The little fauns have left the hill,
Even the tired daffodil
Has closed its gilded doors, and still
My lover comes not back to me.
False moon! False moon! O waning moon!
Where is my own true lover gone,
Where are the lips vermilion,
The shepherd's crook, the purple shoon?
Why spread that silver pavilion,
Why wear that veil of drifting mist? 40
Ah! thou hast young Endymion,
Thou hast the lips that should be kissed!