You Know That Portrait In The Moon

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You know that Portrait in the Moon So tell me who ’tis like The very Brow the stooping eyes A fog for Say Whose Sake? The very Pattern of the Cheek It varies in the Chin But Ishmael since we met ’tis long And fashions intervene When Moon’s at full ’Tis Thou I say My lips just hold the name When crescent Thou art worn I note But there the Golden Same And when Some Night Bold slashing Clouds Cut Thee away from Me That’s easier than the other film That glazes Holiday