In a Furnished Room House
Full moons in the mist of the bough-hung park,
And a wan glimmer on the ceiling of my room …
I lie, staring upward …
Above the ceiling a woman is moving timidly to and fro …
And above the woman, the mist-filled sky,
And above the sky, the stars beyond our troublings …
The stars are not farther from me
Than you, so timidly stirring.
And a wan glimmer on the ceiling of my room …
I lie, staring upward …
Above the ceiling a woman is moving timidly to and fro …
And above the woman, the mist-filled sky,
And above the sky, the stars beyond our troublings …
The stars are not farther from me
Than you, so timidly stirring.
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