by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)

Full Moon (Santa Barbara)
Language: English 
I listened, there was not a sound to hear
    In the great rain of moonlight Pouring dawn,
The eucalyptus trees were carved in silver,
    And a light mist of silver lulled the town.

I saw far off the grey Pacific bearing
    A broad white disk of flame,
And on the garden-walk a snail beside me
    Tracing in crystal the slow way he came.

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This text was added to the website: 2006-06-12
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