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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOONLIGHT, by SERENA COBIA BAILEY
First Line: I saw moonlight falling
Last Line: Beauty to the dead.
First Line: I saw moonlight falling
Last Line: Beauty to the dead.
I saw moonlight falling
On a narrow bed,
With its touch recalling
Beauty to the dead.
Like the bright sands heaping
In an ancient glass;
None to mark the keeping
Of the hours that pass.
Like some perfumed, olden
Wine drops on the floor;
Gone who spilled the golden
Wine -- to come no more.
Like a garment holding
(Golden threads encrust)
Winding and enfolding
Bits of bone and dust.
Like a wild bird singing,
But with none to hear;
Echoes falling, ringing
On no mortal ear.
Like a fragrant flower,
As its petals shed,
At the midnight hour
Falling on the dead.
I saw moonlight falling
On a narrow bed,
Lingering, recalling
Beauty to the dead.
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