THERE is a star that runs very fast, That goes pulling the moon Through the tops of the poplars. It is all in silver, The tall star: The moon rolls goldenly along Out of breath. Mr. Moon, does he make you hurry? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO ONE IN BEDLAM by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON ASSUNPINK AND PRINCETON [JANUARY 3, 1777] by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH MEMORY by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 23. AL-KHAFIZ by EDWIN ARNOLD COMMENDATORY VERSE FOR THE FAERIE QUEENE by H. B. RARE INTERVALS by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN |