THE moon is broken in twain, and half a moon Before me lies on the still, pale floor of the sky; The other half of the broken coin of troth Is buried away in the dark, where the dead all lie. They buried her half in the grave when they laid her away; Pushed gently away and hidden in the thick of her hair Where it gathered towards the plait, on that very last day; And like a moon unshowing it must still shine there. So half shines in the sky, for a general sign Of the troth with the dead I pledged myself to keep; Turning its broken edge to the dark, its shine Ends like a broken love, that turns to the dark of sleep. And half lies there in the dark where the dead all lie Lost and yet still connected; and between the two Strange beams must travel still, for I feel that I Am lit beneath my heart with a half-moon, weird and blue. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MERELY STATEMENT by AMY LOWELL THE BATTLE OF LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN [NOVEMBER 24, 1863] by GEORGE HENRY BOKER DEJECTION by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES ON A CHILD by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR TO THE STATES. TO IDENTIFY THE 16TH, 17TH, OR 18TH PRESIDENTIAD by WALT WHITMAN A CHARACTER OF HIS FRIEND, W.B. ESQ by PHILIP AYRES SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 20. 'SONG IS NOT DEAD' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |