The moon has a dove-cote safe and small,
Hid in the velvet sky:
The doves are her companions sweet;
She has no others.
Moon doves on the wing are white
As a valley of stars,
When they fly, there is shining
Like a golden river.
I see so many whirling away and away,
How can they get home again?
The moon is calm and never wears an anxious look,
She goes on smiling.
I hear so many doves along the sky
How will her dove-cote hold them?
The moon says not one word to me;
She lets me wonder.
Moon Doves
Hilda Conkling
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Poem topics: home, never, river, wing, sweet, white, small, hear, velvet, valley, hold, golden, shining, anxious, away, sky, dove, moon, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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