Night In Arizona - Poem by Sara Teasdale
The moon is a charring ember
Dying into the dark;
Off in the crouching mountains
The stars are heavy in heaven,
Too great for the sky to hold --
What if they fell and shattered
The earth with gold?
No lights are over the mesa,
The wind is hard and wild,
I stand at the darkened window
And cry like a child.
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