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MOONLIGHT, by            
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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