Of train couplings at night,
And the stormy, gay-tinted sunrises
That shade with purple the contours
Of far-off, unfamiliar hills.
NIGHT PIECE
A silver web has the moon spun,
A silver web upon all the sky,
Where the frail stars quiver, every one
Of train couplings at night,
And the stormy, gay-tinted sunrises
That shade with purple the contours
Of far-off, unfamiliar hills.
A silver web has the moon spun,
A silver web upon all the sky,
Where the frail stars quiver, every one