The moon is bleached as white as wool, And just dropping under; Every star is gone but three, And they hang far asunder,– There’s a sea-ghost all in gray, A tall shape of wonder!
The moon is bleached as white as wool, And just dropping under;
The moon is bleached as white as wool, And just dropping under; Every star is gone but three, And they hang far asunder,– There’s a sea-ghost all in gray, A tall shape of wonder!
