Kenneth Slessor - Thief Of The MoonKenneth Slessor - Thief Of The Moon
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Thief of the moon, thou robber of old delight,
Thy charms have stolen the star-gold, quenched the moon-
Cold, cold are the birds that, bubbling out of night,
Cried once to my ears their unremembered tune-
Dark are those orchards, their leaves no longer shine,
No orange`s gold is globed like moonrise there-
O thief of the earth`s old loveliness, once mine,
Why dost thou waste all beauty to make thee fair?
Break, break thy strings, thou lutanists of earth,
Thy musics touch me not-let midnight cover
With pitchy seas those leaves of orange and lime,
I`ll not repent. The world`s no longer worth
One smile from thee, dear pirate of place and time,
Thief of old loves that haunted once thy lover!
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