As the moon sidles up Must she sidle up, As trips the scared moon Away must she trip: His light had struck me blind Dared I stop'. She sings as the moon sings: I am I, am I; The greater grows my light The further that I fly'. All creation shivers With that sweet cry | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOVEMBER, 1806 by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE ZONE OF VENUS by ANTIPHANES BLEUE MAISON by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: THE MAGIC LAND by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON AN EPISTLE TO J. BL-K-N, ESQ.: ST. JOHN THE BAPTIST by JOHN BYROM |