A poem by Sydney Stone. I do not own the image.
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The moon is high,
The hour is nigh,
Do you hear their haunting cries?
Out beyond the candle’s light,
In the darkness of the night,
Beyond the gently swaying trees,
Despite the stillness of the breeze,
This is their hour, they have come,
Pray you see the light of dawn.
Fevered Mind 
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