MOON. Where did the Moon go?— Under the hill She sleeps in a pool That blue shadows fill— She sleeps in a depth Of weedy gloom, With silver scarves To curtain her room. She will not wake Till Day at the brink Leans and shivers, Too drowsed to drink Of the blue, blue shadows— Then will she rise And burn like a bird In the blank white skies! —Fannie Stearns Davis.
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Southland Times, Issue 21820, 24 September 1932, Page 18
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