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. Three Miles to Penn
2. Two Choruses from “Merlin in Broceliande”
3. Sonnets. 12. I hear love answer: Since within the mesh
4. Sonnets. 14. Now I have love again and life again
5. “Colin Clout, Come Home again!”

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