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Arthur Symons - Harvest Moon
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Thoughtful luminous harvest moon, as I walk, 
The rich and sumptuous night, the procession of trees 
Under the moon; the stream`s babbling talk; 
One star on the eastern ridge hung low on the sea`s 
Border unseen; a rose-grey shade in the west, 
Faded, a petal of sunset, and absolute rose; 
Crickets chirp, the sounds of day are at rest; 
Under the harvest moon, one by one goes 
The austere procession of trees, that walk as I walk.
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