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Sara Teasdale - Dusk In Autumn
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The moon is like a scimitar,
A little silver scimitar,
A-drifting down the sky.
And near beside it is a star,
A timid twinkling golden star,
That watches like an eye.
And thro` the nursery window-pane
The witches have a fire again,
Just like the ones we make, —
And now I know they`re having tea,
I wish they`d give a cup to me,
With witches` currant cake.
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