The ebb of day has now begun;
The waters to the low west crowd;
But one forgotten wisp of cloud
Glows like a fragment of the sun,
And stranded on the shores of Night,
Where -gainst the sky the telegraph
Stretching his dim, audacious path
Defiantly to heaven aspires,
There lies a maiden, drowned and white-
The torn Moon tangled in the wires!
The Ebb Of Day
Arthur Henry Adams
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Poem topics: cloud, heaven, moon, night, sky, sun, white, Valentine's Day, crowd, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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