Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill,
In the dawn clouds flying,
How good to go, light into light, and still
Giving light, dying.


Strange Victory (1933)

Sara Teasdale Quotes

Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill, In the dawn clouds flying, How good to go, light into light, and still Giving light, dying.

Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill, In the dawn clouds flying, How good to go, light into light, and still Giving light, dying.

Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill, In the dawn clouds flying, How good to go, light into light, and still Giving light, dying.

Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill, In the dawn clouds flying, How good to go, light into light, and still Giving light, dying.