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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...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 9. VILLA SEBELLONI, BELLAGGIO by SARA TEASDALE ABYSS by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS UNMANIFEST DESTINY by RICHARD HOVEY MY PICTURE LEFT IN SCOTLAND by BEN JONSON AN ESSAY ON MAN by ALEXANDER POPE THE WANDERING JEW by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE WALLABOUT MARTYRS by WALT WHITMAN |
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