C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.
The Yellow Moon
By Richard Henry Stoddard (18251903)
T
Through seaward mists, upon the town;
And ghost-like there the moonshine falls
Between the dim and shadowy walls.
But cannot hear their falling feet;
They float like clouds through shade and light,
And seem a portion of the Night.
Along the waters, dark and dead;
The dying waters wash no more
The long black line of spectral shore.
Save in the quiet Moon and me;
Nor ours is true, but only seems,
Within some dead old World of Dreams.