Moons We Saw at Seventeen

August casts her burning spell:
One vast sapphire is the sky;
Woods still have their musky smell,
By the pool the dragon fly
Like a jewelled scarf-pin glows.
Doris, Vera, and Kathleen —
Where are they? and where are those
Moons we saw at seventeen?

Bright as amber, and as round
As a new engagement ring —
(So we murmured, gently bound
To some flapper's leading string.)
Sweet and witless repartee:
Perilous canoes careen —
Telescopes would split, to see
MOONS we saw at seventeen!
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