Page:The Complete Poems of Francis Ledwidge, 1919.djvu/121

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LOW-MOON LAND

I often look when the moon is low
Thro' that other window on the wall,
At a land all beautiful under snow,
Blotted with shadows that come and go
When the winds rise up and fall.
And the form of a beautiful maid
In the white silence stands,
And beckons me with her hands.


And when the cares of the day are laid,
Like sacred things, in the mart away,
I dream of the low-moon land and the maid

Who will not weary of waiting, or jade

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