under the harvest moon
Under the Harvest Moon
Under the harvest moon,
When the soft sliver
Drips shimmering
Over the garden nights,
Death,the gray mocker,
Comes and whispers to you
As a beautiful friend
Who remembers.
Under the summer roses
When the flagrant crimson
Lurks in the dusk
Of the wild red leaves,
Love, with little hands,
Comes and touches you
With a thousand memories,
And asks you
Beautiful,unanswerable questions.
Carl Sandburg