She Tides In the East
The stars twinkle at the day,
As the sun goes down in the West.
And I gaze on-and-on,
For the elusive one.
I know the moon is there
Somewhere, in the skies;
And invisible though
It may seem;
Its newness enchants
The freshness of the night
And I feel the warmth,
As it grows each day;
To blossom to its full
Far out in the East.
And by the tides,
I would love to watch;
The white caps
Wax and wane.
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