The Moon of Flowers is here, And there above the pool's jade depth Red lilies lift their heads To the musk-heavy air; In the cinnamon tree The misted moonlight hangs like incense, And a solitary nightingale sings sadly To the gold-eyed moon. The little breezes weep and sigh In the red willows, While the white poppies Drugged with sleep, Nod slowly to the jewelled night, -- The Moon of Flowers is here! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEPULCHRE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HIS IMMORTALITY by THOMAS HARDY TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: PRELUDE. THE WAYSIDE INN by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO MY ANTENOR, MARCH 16, 1661/2 by KATHERINE PHILIPS SONNET PREFIXED TO 'THE COMMONWEALTH & GOVERNMENT OF VENICE' by EDMUND SPENSER ON READING OF THE DEATH OF THOMAS WOLFE by MARION LOUISE BLISS THE DOUBTER'S PRAYER by ANNE BRONTE |