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THE MOON AT DAWN by JOHN GALSWORTHY

First Line: WHEN, EVERY DAWN, THE HOMELESS BREEZE
Last Line: ALL WICKED SHE, WHO ONCE WAS GOOD!
Subject(s): MOON;
WHEN, every dawn, the homeless breeze
Creeps back to wake the sleeping trees,
The moon steals down and no one sees.

Yes! in the morn, no watcher there,
She turns a face, once angel fair,
And smiles as only wantons dare!

I saw her once, the insatiate moon,
Go stealing, coiffed in orange hood,
From Night, her lover, still in swoon --
All wicked she, who once was good!



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