Adelaide Crapsey

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O mia Luna! Porta mi fortuna!

(You must say it nine times, curtseying, and then wish.)

In rose-pale, fading blue of twilight sky,

See, the new moon's thin crescent shining clear;

Nine times I'll curtsey murmuring mystic words, --

And wish good fortune to our love, my dear.

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