The Ancient and the Moon
Amid fallen leaves from Autumns show,
Caught in a flickering fires glow,
Upon fatted moon of butter white,
Gazed ancient eyes on frosty night.
Blue, woaded face turned to the sky,
Heavens orb in ancients eye, drew warmth -
Yet not from fires glow,
But warmth of soul from moonish show.
And ancient eyes held long that stare,
Drew deep upon enchanted air,
Alone no more that autumn night
Brother of shadow, cast of heavens light.
When came the dawn to frosted land
Where fires lay cold aside still hand,
And unseeing eyes lay on the ash,
Then earthern fingers took wanderlings back.
Yet, from the depths of that freeze
One ember flickered in dawning breeze,
And earth she yield, let go her grasp -
And gave her sister her ancient back.
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