Via Láctea-Olavo Bilac

"Talvez sonhasse, quando a vi. Mas via Que, aos raios do luar iluminada,
Entre as estrelas trêmulas subia
Uma infinita e cintilante escada.
E eu olhava-a de baixo, olhava-a...

Em cada Degrau, que o ouro mais límpido vestia,
Mudo e sereno, um anjo a harpa dourada,
Ressoante de súplicas, feria..."

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