Yvonne, last night, from close range

I slightly caught sight of you, dainty nymph

Of whom I suppose I've heard.

You were half-clothed

And I figure you had been

Busy basking in the silvery breeze

Of some quiet twilight, all by yourself.

This was last night when I came out

And stared at the moon, the silvery

Moon, whose crescent was all about you.

Ah! As you rose just above that horizon,

Your golden bulbs bulged as if bearing

Apples; their fine, straight, innocent

Nipples half-clad.

You must be altogether coimely, O

Charming powerful spirit. Could

You be my guide, be my prophetess?

In time, when I should come on up. closer

To the woods and azure, and thence

Gaze, shall I behold you as being this

Graceful still, Yvonne? Shall I?

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