Under the Harvest Moon

Under the Harvest Moon

 

Under the Harvest Moon

Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over the garden nights,
Death, the gray mocker,
Comes and whispers to you
As a beautiful friend
Who remembers.
– Carl Sandburg, Under the Harvest Moon

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