Winters for a Summer Night
Aug. 7th, 2004 11:19 pmMOONRISEThe slow moon draws The shadows through the leaves. The change it weaves Eludes design or pause. And here we wait In moon a little space, And face to face We know the hour grows late. We turn from sleep And hold our breath a while, As mile on mile The terror drifts more deep. So we must part In ruin utterly— Reality Invades the crumbling heart. We scarce shall weep For what no change retrieves. The moon and leaves Shift here and there toward sleep.
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Date: 2004-08-08 04:22 pm (UTC)thanks.
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Date: 2004-08-09 03:00 am (UTC)