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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
The Yellow Moon
By Richard Henry Stoddard (1825–1903)
 
THE YELLOW MOON looks slantly down
Through seaward mists, upon the town;
And ghost-like there the moonshine falls
Between the dim and shadowy walls.
 
I see a crowd in every street,        5
But cannot hear their falling feet;
They float like clouds through shade and light,
And seem a portion of the Night.
 
The ships have lain for ages fled
Along the waters, dark and dead;        10
The dying waters wash no more
The long black line of spectral shore.
 
There is no life on land or sea,
Save in the quiet Moon and me;
Nor ours is true, but only seems,        15
Within some dead old World of Dreams.
 
 
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