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November

Harvest Moon

Harvest Moon

 
     
  Harvest Moon


Most divine eye of night,
Keeper of secrets old,
Here beneath thy keen sight,
What tales must have been told!
Thou scorner of the morn,
At high nocturnal noon,
Here witness on the vine
All creatures ever born
To rise and swiftly swoon!
Bestow thy silver wine!

Fair light, immerse me now,
My house of flesh and bone!
Consecrate my pale brow!
Hear my low-throated drone!
For all songs e’er begat
Beneath thy history,
Pine on, O endless tune!
For all the ages that
Looked on thy mystery,
Shine on, O harvest moon!

~ Daniel F Mitchell

 
     

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