WITCHERY

by: Frank Dempster Sherman (1860-1916)

      UT 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" is reprinted from The Little Book of Modern Verse. Ed. Jessie B. Rittenhouse. Boston: Houghton Mifflin Company, 1917.

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