Classic Poem

Blurred is the moon in a yellow stain,
And the clouds are flying before the wind,
The leaves fall fast in a ghostly rain,--
Summer is left behind.

And left behind the long nights of June,
When the lights were soft in the waters' shine--
Softer your lips when they first met mine--
Blurred is the Autumn moon.

Blurred is the moon in a yellow stain,
And oh, for the warmth of your arms again!