Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон)

Night-Piece

Now independent, beautiful and proud,
Out of the vanishing body of a cloud
Like its arisen soul the full moon swims
Over the sea, into whose distant brims
Has flowed the last of the light. I am alone.
Even the diving gannet now is flown
From these unpeopled sands. A mist lies cold
Upon the muffled boundaries of the world.
The lovely earth whose silence is so deep
Is folded up in night, but not in sleep.

1. Sonnets. 11. A few of us who faltered as we fared
2. For Joan
3. A Christening
4. Spring-Dawn
5. Sonnets. 5. When all is said, we can but turn our eyes

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