A. Baez Posted May 16, 2020 Share Posted May 16, 2020 My bedding edge lay crumpled at my side As I curled lost inside the dreams of night; And yet the full moon, drear’s celestial bride, Poured through my windows, mantling me with light. What power, long unknown to me, would shine At such an hour with such day-force? Pristine In solitude, by some obscure design, She reigned in stunning vigil, long unseen. Awakening, I tossed off lingering shrouds As sleep’s last traces with the dim sheets slipped Away, and I peered out: some blackish clouds Swirled round the orb where high-born breezes whipped. Then all the brighter every moon-ray beamed Against that scrim of gloom where shadows streamed! CA--I'd put this in the Workshop, but no one has posted anything there since my last post there. Edits: L1--was "My bedding lay half-pressed against my side" L7--added a comma at the end of the line L9--"lingering" was "crumpled" Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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