Above the Dock by T.E. Hulme

Can’t sleep.

Above the Dock
T.E. Hulme

Above the quiet dock in midnight,
Tangled in the tall mast’s corded height,
Hangs the moon. What seemed so far away
Is but a child’s balloon, forgotten after play.

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