Caroling Dusk/Length of Moon
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LENGTH OF MOON
Then the golden hourWill tick its lastAnd the flame will go down in the flower.
A briefer length of moonWill mark the sea-line and the yellow dune.
Then we may think of this, yetThere will be something forgottenAnd something we should forget.
It will be like all things we know:The stone will fail; a rose is sure to go.
It will be quiet then and we may stayAs long at the picket gateBut there will be less to say.