Threads of Grey and Gold

by Myrtle Reed

The Moon Maiden

There’s a wondrous land of misty gold
Beyond the sunset’s bars.
There’s a silver boat on a sea of blue,
And the tips of its waves are stars.
And idly rocking to and fro,
Her cloud robes floating by,
There’s a maiden fair, with sunny hair,
The queen of the dreamy sky.

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