Dark of the Moon

by Sara Teasdale

VI
THE
CRYSTAL
GAZER

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The Crystal Gazer

I shall gather myself into myself again,

I shall take my scattered selves and make them one,

Fusing them into a polished crystal ball

Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun.

I shall sit like a sibyl, hour after hour intent,

Watching the future come and the present go,

And the little shifting pictures of people rushing