Ina D. Coolbrith

Nauvoo, Illinois (Josephine D. Smith)
Ina D. Coolbrith
Nauvoo, Illinois (Josephine D. Smith)
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Alone

The night comes on with a hint of tears,
The in-borne fog with the in-born tide;
And the last faint crimson disappears
Where the sunset glory died.

And the wet blue hills in the mist are lost,
The skies grow gray in the daylight-wane,
And the waning moon, like a wan, white ghost,
Looks in at the window-pane;
A phantom light in the shifting wind,
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