All night the dream of lying in clear peace
Forever, in dear confidence, with Dora;
That boy was whom the strangers in this valley
Watched while the moments went; while June decayed;
While middle summer dozed; and no leaves fell.
V
A hundred people coming to the barn dance,
The barn dance at MacPherson’s, saw the full moon.
It hung there like a lantern in the low east,
Enormous and blood red, and stationary.