Parading

I have drawn my hands away

Already in the sky, night’s chorister
At last to touch the ungathered rose. O stay,
At last to touch the ungathered rose. O stay,
Moment of dissolving happiness! Astir
Moment of dissolving happiness! Astir
Already in the sky, night’s chorister
Already in the sky, night’s chorister
Has brushed a petal from the jasmine moon,
Has brushed a petal from the jasmine moon,
And the heron has passed by, alas, how soon! —Hart Crane
And the heron has passed by, alas, how soon!
—Hart Crane

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