The yellow moon is a dancing phantom Down secret ways of the flowing shade; And the waveless stream has a murmuring whisper Where the alders wave. Not a breath, not a sigh, save the slow stream's whisper: Only the moon is a dancing blade That leads a host of the Crescent warriors To a phantom raid. Out of the Lands of Faerie a summons, A long, strange cry that thrills through the glade: -- The grey-green glooms of the elm are stirring, Newly afraid. Last heard, white music, under the olives Where once Theocritus sang and played -- Thy Thracian song is the old new wonder O moon-white maid! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMFORT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE COCK AND THE BULL by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY THE WHITE WOMEN by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE WITH AN ALBUM by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR ODE (MUSIC-MAKERS) by ARTHUR WILLIAM EDGAR O'SHAUGHNESSY DRUG STORE by JOHN VAN ALSTYN WEAVER |