Witchery

By Frank Dempster Sherman

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
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