The Clouds Have Left The Sky

Behind the western bars

The shrouded day retreats,

And unperceived the stars

Steal to their sovran seats.

 

And whiter grows the foam,

The small moon lightens more;

And as I turn me home,

My shadow walks before.

 

Robert Seymour Bridges

1844-1930

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Taken on February 16, 2006