Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон)

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The moon upon her watch-tower
With her golden eye
Guarded the quarters
East and West the sky.
Just as midnight
Was stepping past
One drew his first breath,
One drew his last.
The moon upon her watch-tower
Rang a soundless bell--
It might have been for welcome,
It might have been farewell.

1. Sonnets. 1. Man Cannot Be a Sophist to His Heart
2. Spring-Dawn
3. Sonnet (About the house go terrible winds in flight)
4. Revolt
5. Sonnets. 11. A few of us who faltered as we fared

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