Witchery
1860-1916
Out of the purple drifts,
From the shadow sea of night,
On tides of musk a moth uplifts
Its weary wings of white.
Is it a dream or ghost
Of a dream that comes to me,
Here in the twilight on the coast,
Blue cinctured by the sea?
Fashioned of foam and froth --
And the dream is ended soon,
And lo, whence came the moon-white moth
Comes now the moth-white moon!
DayPoems Poem No. 1165
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1165.html">Witchery by Frank Dempster Sherman</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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