Silvia Plath, de novo

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"It is no night to drown in: 
A full moon, river lapsing 
Black beneath bland mirror-sheen, 

The blue water-mists dropping 
Scrim after scrim like fishnets 
Though fishermen are sleeping, 

The massive castle turrets 
Doubling themselves in a glass 
All stillness. Yet these shapes float 

Up toward me, troubling the face 
Of quiet. From the nadir 
They rise, their limbs ponderous 

With richness, hair heavier 
Than sculptured marble.They sing 
Of a world more full and clear 

Than can be...."