She comes! again she comes, the bright-eyed moon!
Under a ragged cloud I found her out,
Clasping her own dark orb like hope in doubt!
That ragged cloud hath waited her since noon,
And he hath found and he will hide her soon!
Come, all ye little winds that sit without,
And blow the shining leaves her edge about,
And hold her fast-ye have a pleasant tune!
She will forget us in her walks at night
Among the other worlds that are so fair!
She will forget to look on our despair!
She will forget to be so young and bright!
Nay, gentle moon, thou hast the keys of light-
I saw them hanging by thy girdle there!
The Moon
George Macdonald
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Poem topics: dark, despair, hope, light, night, gentle, edge, young, fast, doubt, hide, hold, shining, cloud, moon, bright, forget, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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