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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. | |||
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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PROUD MAISIE, FR. THE HEART OF MIDLOTHIAN by WALTER SCOTT THE MISTRESS; A SONG by JOHN WILMOT A GULL GOES UP by LEONIE ADAMS THE SABBATH LAMP by GRACE AGUILAR INSCRIPTIONS: 3 by MARK AKENSIDE SONG OF SEID NIMETOLLAH OF KUHISTAN by AMIR NURU'D-DIN NI'MATU'LLAH |
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