by Vachel Lindsay (1879 - 1931)

The moon's a monk, unmated
Language: English 
The moon's a monk, unmated,
Who walks his cell, the sky.
His strength is that of heaven-vowed men
Who all life's flames defy.

They turn to stars or shadows,
They go like snow or dew --
Leaving behind no sorrow --
Only the arching blue. 

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This text was added to the website: 2007-07-29
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