Moonlight
It will not hurt me when I am old,
A tide where moonlight burned
Will not sting me like silver snakes;
The years will make me sad and cold,
It is the happy heart that breaks.
It will not hurt me when I am old,
A tide where moonlight burned
Will not sting me like silver snakes;
The years will make me sad and cold,
It is the happy heart that breaks.
Sara Teasdale - Flame and Shadow
