Come, when the pale moon like a petal Floats in the pearly dusk of spring, Come with arms outstretched to take me, Come with lips pursed up to cling. Come, for life is a frail moth flying, Caught in the web of the years that pass, And soon we two, so warm and eager, Will be as the gray stones in the grass. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FRIENDLY WOOD by PAUL VALERY THE CUMBERLAND [MARCH 8, 1862] by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW STREET CORNER COLLEGE by KENNETH PATCHEN MINIVER CHEEVY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SONNET: 130 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |