Description
The clink of coffee-cups is pleasant here.
See, I have drawn the curtains fast, and shut
The moon's distracting light from our bright hearth.
Your grave brown warmth is heightened so
And I do not remember with such pain how sweet
The star's carress falls on the traveller's face,
When first he lifts it up to worship them.
Recommended Citation
Wiley, Mary
(1942)
"After Diana,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 9
:
Iss.
3
, Article 4.
Retrieved from:
https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol9/iss3/4
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