THE SKY-GYPSY
The silver-rimmed cloud-wrack
Falls swiftly toward the eastern hill.
The rounded moon, like a toy balloon suddenly freed,
Bounds up and away.
Falls swiftly toward the eastern hill.
The rounded moon, like a toy balloon suddenly freed,
Bounds up and away.
Stay with us, stay with us, moon—
Do not fly with your soft radiance
To light some other planet, some farther sun,—
To wander, a sky-gypsy,
Down lost byways of the heavens.
Do not fly with your soft radiance
To light some other planet, some farther sun,—
To wander, a sky-gypsy,
Down lost byways of the heavens.
You are tired of our endless songs to you,
And the eternal platitudes.
Of lovers, lips unleashed in your maddening glimmer . . .
But space is a chill labyrinth,
And night will be bleak without you.
Stay with us, moon!
And the eternal platitudes.
Of lovers, lips unleashed in your maddening glimmer . . .
But space is a chill labyrinth,
And night will be bleak without you.
Stay with us, moon!
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