Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон)
Night-Piece
Now independent, beautiful and proud, Out of the vanishing body of a cloud Like its arisen soul the full moon swims Over the sea, into whose distant brims Has flowed the last of the light. I am alone. Even the diving gannet now is flown From these unpeopled sands. A mist lies cold Upon the muffled boundaries of the world. The lovely earth whose silence is so deep Is folded up in night, but not in sleep.
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