<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507101" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Full Moon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I walked out one harvest night<br>About the stroke of One,<br>The Moon attained to her full height<br>Stood beaming like the Sun.<br>She exorcised the ghostly wheat<br>To mute assent in Love's defeat<br>Whose tryst had now begun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fields lay sick beneath my tread,<br>A tedious owlet cried;<br>The nightingale above my head<br>With this or that replied,<br>Like man and wife who nightly keep<br>Inconsequent debate in sleep<br>As they dream side by side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your phantom wore the moon's cold mask,<br>My phantom wore the same,<br>Forgetful of the feverish task<br>In hope of which they came,<br>Each image held the other's eyes<br>And watched a grey distraction rise<br>To cloud the eager flame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To cloud the eager flame of love,<br>To fog the shining gate:<br>They held the tyrannous queen above<br>Sole mover of their fate,<br>They glared as marble statues glare<br>Across the tessellated stair<br>Or down the Halls of State.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now cold earth was Arctic sea,<br>Each breath came dagger keen,<br>Two bergs of glinting ice were we,<br>The broad moon sailed between;<br>There swam the mermaids, tailed and finned,<br>And Love went by upon the wind<br>As though it had not been.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Graves">Robert Graves</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507101" data-title="Full Moon de Robert Graves" data-description="As I walked out one harvest night About the stroke of One, The Moon attained to her full height Stood beaming like the Sun. She exorcised the ghostly wheat To mute assent in Love's defeat Whose tryst had now begun. The fields lay sick beneath my ..."></div> </div> </div>

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