O more then Moone

What the camera captured, of course, was a smaller moon than I saw, outdazzled by the floodlit tower.  I love the way the spire is capped by another moon:  but gold not coppery.  This looks like an emblem of the unobtainable beloved:  the bloodmoon, mothlike, fluttering round La Belle Dame's tower, sickening even unto death.

He got over it.

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