~ Eliot Daingerfield (1859–1932), The Moon Path, 1900
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Then said my voices:
'Wherefore strive or run, On dusty highways ever, a vain race? The long night cometh, starless, void of sun, What light shall serve thee like her golden face?'
For I had pondered on a rune of roses, And knew some secrets which the moon discloses.
~ Ernest Christopher Dowson (1867-1900), Sapientia Lunae
[Guillaume Gris]












