LIKE moonstones drooping from a fair queen's ears The pale lights seem -- White gems that shimmer when the dark appears And the old dream -- The ancient dream that comes with every night Through the long street -- The quiet and the shadows, and the light Tread of far feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXECUTIVE by DAVID IGNATOW UNDER THE SHADE OF THE TREES [MAY 10, 1863] by MARGARET JUNKIN PRESTON MOTHER HEART by NELLIE COOLEY ALDER TO LORD BYRON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE TRAGEDY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |