Look beyond the crashing Eastern Shore
Of waves in orbit of the Moon, reflecting
Off the glimmering sheath, wrapped 'round the deaf tune:
There lies a half cracked Gem, abeyant bound,
An emblem of sanguine loft, yet found.
It's unmarked prisms and untainted flare
Lay imprisoned and evoked, despair –
But do not awaken it, for sudden
Scare, thy dainty steps snapped back ten times
The forward march thee made, with chimes.
Rest while Her rival still declares his flame
To form its silver sheet. Her course is soon attained,
Exists but just a whisper beat. She startles
At the hour, unveils her luster—avower!
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