by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)

Come, when the pale moon like a petal
Language: English 
Come, when the pale moon like a petal
      Floats in the pearly dusk of spring,
Come with arms outstretched to take me,
      Come with lips pursed up to cling.

Come, for life is a frail moth flying
      Caught in the web of the years that pass,
And soon we two, so warm and eager
      Will be as the gray stones in the grass.

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