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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THISTLEDOWN: 14, by CORA RANDALL FABBRI First Line: The moon sits far in the heaven Last Line: Are souls caught in her web. | |||
THE moon sits far in the heaven, And spins where the shadows ebb. The golden stars, one here, one there, Are souls caught in her web. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A THOUGHT by CORA RANDALL FABBRI A WINTER PIECE by CORA RANDALL FABBRI ABSENCE by CORA RANDALL FABBRI AN OLD MAID by CORA RANDALL FABBRI DECEPTION by CORA RANDALL FABBRI DIED YOUNG by CORA RANDALL FABBRI HEART SONGS by CORA RANDALL FABBRI IN TUSCANY: A SEA-SPELL by CORA RANDALL FABBRI IN TUSCANY: ANITA by CORA RANDALL FABBRI |
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