Moon Compasses
I stole forth dimly in the dripping pause
Between two downpours to see what there was
And a masked moon had spread down compass rays
To cone a mountain in the midnight haze,
As if the final estimate were hers;
And as it measured in her calipers,
The mountain stood exalted in its place.
So love will take between the hands a face....
By: Robert Frost
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" Well that didn't go as planned" twisted
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