one man's opinion of moonlight
And when I awoke,– There sat my mother With the harp against her shoulderLooking nineteen And not a day older, A smile about her lips, And a light about her head,And her hands in the harp-strings Frozen dead.
edna st. vincent millay
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And when I awoke,–
There sat my mother
With the harp against her shoulder
Looking nineteen
And not a day older,
A smile about her lips,
And a light about her head,
And her hands in the harp-strings
Frozen dead.
edna st. vincent millay
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