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Hilda Conkling

Moon Doves

The moon has a dove-cote safe and small,

Hid in the velvet sky:

The doves are her companions sweet;

She has no others.

Moon doves on the wing are white

As a valley of stars,

When they fly, there is shining

Like a golden river.

I see so many whirling away and away,

How can they get home again?

The moon is calm and never wears an anxious look,

She goes on smiling.

I hear so many doves along the sky

How will her dove-cote hold them?

The moon says not one word to me;

She lets me wonder.