Poem by Eleanor Farjeon

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. Pan-Worship
2. Sonnets. 1. Man Cannot Be a Sophist to His Heart
3. Sonnets. 7. When I see two delay their wings at heaven
4. Two Choruses from “Merlin in Broceliande”
5. Sonnets. 9. Love Needs not Two the Render It Complete

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