Day, you have bruised and beaten me,
As rain beats down the bright, proud sea,
Beaten my body, bruised my soul,
Left me nothing lovely or whole -
Yet I have wrested a gift from you,
Day that dies in dusky blue:
For suddenly over the factories
I saw a moon in the cloudy seas -
A wisp of beauty all alone
In a world as hard and gray as stone -
Oh who could be bitter and want to die
When a maiden moon wakes up in the sky?
The New Moon
Sara Teasdale
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Poem topics: alone, beauty, rain, sea, sky, world, soul, blue, bright, hard, gift, bitter, body, suddenly, stone, moon, Valentine's Day, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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