  THE big moon came to the edge of the sky, And pierced me with its dart; I strove to put its brightness by Before it burned my heart. I wrapped the windows thick and well, I closely barred the door, The light of my penny candles fell On low-built wall and floor. The little room and the little light Began to comfort me; But I heard—I heard the golden night Call like a sounding sea. I knew the moon swam in the sky, And the earth swam in the moon; I went outside in the grass to lie, To yield to the deadly swoon. My soul was filled with white moon rain Till it ran o’er and o’er, My soul was thrilled with bright moon pain Till it could bear no more; I stole back through the curtained gloom Up stairs unlit and steep, And in a low-ceiled darkened room My hurt was healed with sleep. |
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