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 | The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder |  |
OBSCURATION
This night, when I blew out my candle flame,The window's dark square suddenly turned white!—
I had not known the half-moon shone so bright,
And that a cool, sweet, silent moonbeam came
Through summer air, faint-touched with autumn frost,
And poured upon my floor a pool of light!
Pure, heavenly visitant—and almost thou wert lost.
| The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | |