by Robert Service (1874 - 1958)

Language: English 
'Twas a year ago and the moon was bright
⁠(Oh, I remember so well, so well);
I walked with my love in a sea of light,
⁠And the voice of my sweet was a silver bell.
⁠And sudden the moon grew strangely dull,
⁠And sudden my love had taken wing;
⁠I looked on the face of a grinning skull,
⁠I strained to my heart a ghastly thing.

'Twas but fantasy, for my love lay still
⁠In my arms, with her tender eyes aglow,
And she wondered why my lips were chill,
⁠Why I was silent and kissed her so.
⁠A year has gone and the moon is bright,
⁠A gibbous moon, like a ghost of woe;
⁠I sit by a new-made grave to-night,
⁠And my heart is broken — it's strange, you know.

Confirmed with The Spell of the Yukon and Other Verses, New York, Barse & Hopkins, 1907, page 122.


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