Bliss Author: May Sarton In the middle of the night, My bedroom washed in moonlight And outside The faint hush-hushing Of an ebbing tide, I see Venus Close to The waning moon. I hear the bubbling hoot Of a playful owl. Pierrot's purrs Ripple under my hand, And all this is bathed In the scent of roses By my bed Where there are always Books and flowers. In the middle of the night. The bliss of being alive!

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