The night was faint and sheer;
Immobile, road and dune.
Then, for a moment, clear,
A plane moved past the moon.
O spirit cool and frail,
Hung in the lunar fire!
Spun wire and brittle veil!
And tremblingly slowly higher!
Pure in each proven line!
The balance and the aim,
Half empty, half divine!
I saw how true you came.
Dissevered from your cause,
Your function was your goal.
Oblivious of my laws,
You made your calm patrol.
An October Nocturne
Yvor Winters
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Poem topics: fire, moon, night, moment, clear, spirit, pure, goal, true, divine, cool, plane, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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