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MOON COMPASSES by ROBERT FROST

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First Line: I STOLE FORTH DIMLY IN THE DRIPPING PAUSE
Last Line: So love will take between the hands a face . . . 
Subject(s): COMPASSES;
I stole forth dimly in the dripping pause
Between two downpours to see what there was.
And a masked moon had spread down compass rays
To a cone mountain in the midnight haze,
As if the final estimate were hers;
And as it measured in her calipers,
The mountain stood exalted in its place.
So love will take between the hands a face...




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