Sleep, Sleep O Moon

Sleep, Sleep O Moon short poem

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Sleep, O drowsy moon
Laying on garden path
As winter sets in.

Condensing mist
In foaming gist
Plays with chill shadows..

Her abrasive form
Cold as snow
Stiffen all loves.

Why she is awake still
Like a haunted spirit
Brings bad omen to all tender patterns.

How just will it be
If she lays with sleep
Uncovering the moony breast.

Down, down o moon
It is all cold
Terrifying the icy heart.

Howcome reason will glow
If twine thine show
The victory of darkness.

Pallid moon, grumbling look
Like her spectacled agedself
Never breath warm in all tenderness.

Now night is nearly over
Take thine safe cover
Before being too redundant with dawn

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