Midnight Poem by Dorothy Parker

Midnight

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The stars are soft as flowers, and as near;
The hills are webs of shadow, slowly spun;
No separate leaf or single blade is here-
All blend to one.

No moonbeam cuts the air; a sapphire light
Rolls lazily. and slips again to rest.
There is no edged thing in all this night,
Save in my breast.

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Dorothy Parker

Dorothy Parker

Long Branch / New Jersey
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