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The Gift

You sent to me a moth

as pale as any bone.

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It lay with quiet wing;

it would not fly away.

Some silence of yourself,

some secret of the moon,

it solaced on my sleeve

until the woken day -

until the thought of loss

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or broken hope had flown.

You sent to me a moth;

you did not tell me why.