I A boy by a window, nodding over "Treasure Island" . . . The declining moon like a crooked finger with a long, silver nail, reaching out of the long sleeve of dark, clutching at the low hills. II A young housewife, resting on the arm of a chair, thinking of the morrow . . . The moon a thin, shallow basket of beaten gold with a hoop handle of enamel, and quite filled with a piece of yellow fruit cake. III A jeweler, napping, over his paper, before retiring . . . The moon -- a golden spangle sprung open; a bracelet torn apart by Vulcan hands. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SENSE OF DIRECTION by KAREN SWENSON THE DEATH OF LEONIDAS by GEORGE CROLY AT SUNSET TIME by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SUMMER DAWN by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) ANIMALS, AND THEIR COUNTRIES by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |