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. Three Miles to Penn
2. Sonnets. 12. I hear love answer: Since within the mesh
3. Two Choruses from “Merlin in Broceliande”
4. Sonnets. 4. Wilt thou put seals on love because men say
5. Sonnets. 15. Farewell, you children that I might have borne

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