Night In Arizona

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Title:     Night In Arizona
Author: Sara Teasdale [More Titles by Teasdale]

THE moon is a charring ember
Dying into the dark;

Off in the crouching mountains
Coyotes bark.

The stars are heavy in heaven,
Too great for the sky to hold--
What if they fell and shattered
The earth with gold?

No lights are over the mesa,
The wind is hard and wild,
I stand at the darkened window
And cry like a child.

[The end]
Sara Teasdale's poem: Night In Arizona

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