Out of the purple drifts,
From the shadow sea of night,
On tides of musk a moth uplifts
Its weary wings of white.
Is it a dream or ghost
Of a dream that comes to me,
Here in the twilight on the coast,
Blue cinctured by the sea?
Fashioned of foam and froth-
And the dream is ended soon,
And lo, whence came the moon-white moth
Comes now the moth-white moon!
Witchery
Frank Dempster Sherman
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Poem topics: night, purple, blue, shadow, ghost, moon, sea, dream, white, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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