  Moonlight is memory ... though the sun forget, And moonlight lingers by a crumbling wall, And grass-grown walks where flagging-stones are set For feet that pass that way no more at all. Summers gone by, and laughter that is still, And hair whose gold is hidden from the sun,— Moonlight remembering on a lonesome hill Might half return them, one by ghostly one. Suns mark the days ... but moonlight knows no time, Finding old springs in every lighted face, Old musics in a whisper hushed like rhyme: And Summers that have gone and left no trace, Are one with each new Summer come to flower, Moving in moonlight through a haunted hour. |
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