A withered crone is the moon to-night
Bent, unloved and proud,
Shuffling in the windy light
Through dipping vales of cloud.
Her dreams, her airy, delicate dreams
Are spilled into the sky;
And, failing the touch of their brittle gleams,
Moon will dwindle and die;
Greedy stars clutched them as they fell
From the rim of the white, torn track,
But her yawning pocket holds no spell
To conjure her silver back.
(Laura Benet)
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