Author Angelina Weld Grimke 1 Stars through my dull window pane; The shriveling husk Of a yellowing moon on the wane; And the dusk, 2 Star cascades spraying the earth Through my tear drops wet; And the soul-sob of dusk, ā the rebirth Of Regret Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments