Сара Тисдейл (Sara Teasdale)

Come

COME, when the pale moon like a petal
    Floats in the pearly dusk of spring, 
Come with outstretched arms to take me,
    Come with lips pursed up to cling.

Come, for life is a frail moth flying
    Caught in the web of the years that pass, 
And soon we two,so warm and eager,
    Will be as the gray stones in the grass.

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