Stephen Spurrier Jr.

Rookie [Andrew Collins Frost]

The Pensive Moon

The pensive moon doth paint the sea—
In frosts of white and silver glee…
Chilly—chilly blows the tree
Standing awed by Purity…

Crisp and free the moon records
Its fathom swift to earn reward!
There the night eclipses time—
Far off—so faint—the star-lights chime!

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