Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон)

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The moon upon her watch-tower
With her golden eye
Guarded the quarters
East and West the sky.
Just as midnight
Was stepping past
One drew his first breath,
One drew his last.
The moon upon her watch-tower
Rang a soundless bell--
It might have been for welcome,
It might have been farewell.

1. Sonnets. 9. Love Needs not Two the Render It Complete
2. Sonnets. 7. When I see two delay their wings at heaven
3. Pan-Worship
4. Sonnets. 1. Man Cannot Be a Sophist to His Heart
5. Vagrant Songs

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