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THE WANING MOON looks upward; this grey night / Slopes round the heavens in one smooth curve / Of easy sailing; odd red wicks serve / To show where the ships at sea move out of sight.
The place is palpable me, for here I was born / Of this self-same darkness. Yet the shadowy house below / Is out of bounds, and only the old ghosts know / I have come, I feel them whimper in welcome, and mourn.