MOTH At Isle au Haut
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Gray as a moth the light of day Dawns in the east, Dimming the star that crowns the hill, Stilling the wind, Hushing the deep Of the water’s sleep; Flits like a moth’s pearl wing in the night To the peak of mast And the spire of tree, Touches the nest and its thrush to song, Flutters the edge of the sky along. Gray like a moth Dawn slips away, Bright in apocalypse of light. Rose and gold and green of the world, Wind and bird and the great sea’s lay Possess the day!