My love, the moon is rising;
The sun sinks in the west:
Pull up the blanket of the stars
And rest.
My love, the moon is shining
A path across the deep:
Pull up the blanket of the stars
And sleep.
My love, the moon is showing
A beacon in its gleam:
Pull up the blanket of the stars
And dream.
My love, the moon is setting;
The day begins to break:
Fold up the blanket of the stars
And wake.
Kathleen Jowitt 
FROM THE HEART KATHLEEN, PURE MAGIC, CHINA
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Trying to get Phil Homes to set this … in Cowen style perhaps? Beautiful .. a path across the deep, so Ventnor
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