On The White Road

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Title:     On The White Road
Author: Helen Hay Whitney [More Titles by Whitney]

There's a white, white road lies under the swinging moon,
Stretched from the black of the deep to the black of the deep,
And midway the graveyard lies, with its leaves a-croon,
The only sound of the world, like a dream in sleep.

There's a white, white grave lies under the graveyard trees,
Hung on the road as a single pearl on a thread,
And silence waits, beast crouched, on the rim of the breeze,
That moans where the only man in the world lies dead.

[The end]
Helen Hay Whitney's poem: On The White Road

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