by Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925)

Shore grass
Language: English 
The moon is cold over the sand-dunes
And the clumps of sea grasses flow and glitter.
The thin chime of my watch tells the quarter after midnight;
And still I hear nothing
But the windy beating of the sea.


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