At Night

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Title:     At Night
Author: John Collings Squire [More Titles by Squire]

Dark firtops foot the moony sky,
Blue moonlight bars the drive;
Here at the open window I
Sit smoking and alive.

Wind in the branches swells and breaks
Like ocean on a beach;
Deep in the sky and my heart there wakes
A thought I cannot reach.

[The end]
John Collings Squire's poem: At Night

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