As pale and wan as vapours that at eve
Steal ghostly-like across the darkling plain,
Low in the twilight West the Moon doth wane.
Night after night I marked her glories leave,
The dark Earth of some brilliancy bereave,
Till now, a haggard shade, the Moon is fain
To fly the rule she may no more maintain,
The argent pomp and state her pale beams weave.
O queen, forsake thine empire of the Night,
And swiftly seek the regions dim to-west,
Whence may'st thou soon return, and robed anew
In gleaming splendours of thy fuller light,
As earthly quenns in jeweled robes are dressed,
Hold court supreme within the starry blue.
The Waning Moon
Clark Ashton Smith
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