Sometimes I watch the moon at night, No matter be she near or far; Up high, or in a leafy tree Caught laughing like a bigger star. To-night the west is full of clouds; The east is full of stars that fly Into the cloud's dark foliage, And the moon will follow by and by. I see a dark brown shabby cloud -- The moon has gone behind its back; I looked to see her turn it white -- She turned it to a lovely black. A lovely cloud, a jet-black cloud; It shines with such a glorious light, That I am glad with all my heart She turned it black instead of white. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ABOVE AND WITHIN by DAVID IGNATOW WAR VERSE (1914) by EZRA POUND LETTERS TO DEAD IMAGISTS by CARL SANDBURG NEW YEAR'S DAWN - BROADWAY by SARA TEASDALE ELEGY: 11. THE BRACELET; UPON THE LOSS OF HIS MISTRESS'S CHAIN by JOHN DONNE FAITHLESS NELLY GRAY; A PATHETIC BALLAD by THOMAS HOOD |