by John Freeman (1880 - 1929)

It was the lovely moon
Language: English 
It was the lovely moon -- she lifted
Slowly her white brow among
Bronze cloud-waves that ebbed and drifted
Faintly, faintlier afar.
Calm she looked, yet pale with wonder,
Sweet in unwonted thoughtfulness,
Watching the earth that dwindled under
Faintly, faintlier afar.
It was the lovely moon that lovelike
Hovered over the wandering, tired
Earth, her bosom grey and dovelike,
Hovering beautiful as a dove . . . .
The lovely moon: -- her soft light falling
Lightly on roof and poplar and pine --
Tree to tree whispering and calling,
Wonderful in the silvery shine
Of the round, lovely, thoughtful moon.

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This text was added to the website: 2009-01-30
Line count: 17
Word count: 99