(sterling, carnelian)
Under the Harvest Moon
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over the garden nights.
Death, the gray mocker
Comes and whispers to you
As a beautiful friend
Who Remembers.
Under the summer roses
When the fragrant crimson
Lurks in the dusk
Of the wild red leaves,
Love, with little hands
Comes and touches you
With a thousand memories,
And asks you
Beautiful, unanswered questions.
- Carl Sandburg
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