The Ebb Of Day Poem by Arthur Henry Adams

The Ebb Of Day

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The ebb of day has now begun;
The waters to the low west crowd;
But one forgotten wisp of cloud
Glows like a fragment of the sun,
And stranded on the shores of Night,
Where ‘gainst the sky the telegraph
Stretching his dim, audacious path
Defiantly to heaven aspires,
There lies a maiden, drowned and white—
The torn Moon tangled in the wires!

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Arthur Henry Adams

Arthur Henry Adams

Lawrence / New Zealand
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