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 LOW-MOON LAND

look when the moon is low

Thro' that other window on the wall,

At a land all beautiful under snow,

Blotted with shadows that come and go

When the winds rise up and fall.

And the form of a beautiful maid

In the white silence stands,

And beckons me with her hands.

And when the cares of the day are laid,

Like sacred things, in the mart away,

I dream of the low-moon land and the maid

Who will not weary of waiting, or jade 115