Lone Light

Lost in the city of star

Found the lone glory of the Moon.

Away you took your breath at noon,

To play in that grave where you are.

Often you have me for the walk,

Looking in old grass with your feet;

Come on the good clear summer street

Lest you could hear an earnest knock!

Never you had to break the tale,

Nor could I choose to measure the time 

Neither too close! no sad night-time

Around me, lies an old black trail.

Wild wanderer, from my past night,

Never a star with snow and mist.

A light from which I stood a fist

Across the blizzard and past the fight.

The sun was gold. The snow too gray,

Pale as a cloud the morning met;

Eyes like a full day in the net,

Making all sweet part of this day.

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