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The Moonlight

by Yvor Winters (1900-1968)

I waited onIn the late autumn moonlight,A train droning out of thought—

The mind on moonlightAnd on trains.

Blind as a thread of waterStirring through a cold like dust,Lonely beyond all silence

And humming this to children,The nostalgic listeners in sleep,

Because no guardianStrides through distance upon distance,His eyes a web of sleep.

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