Length of Moon

Then the golden hour Will tick its last And the flame will go down in the flower.

A briefer length of moon Will mark the sea-line and the yellow dune.

Then we may think of this, yet There will be something forgotten And something we should forget.

It will be like all things we know: The stone will fail; a rose is sure to go.

It will be quiet then and we may stay As long at the picket gate But there will be less to say.