I hear them singing in the open spaces The old, old rites, the music of the moon; The rougher and the sweeter voices blending To lift the joyous tune. I see them dancing in the open spaces As moonlit nights grow long; Clasped hands and circling steps and charmed faces, And witchery of song. A harmony of hearts to rule the singing As loud and low they croon; I see them dancing in the open spaces The worship of the moon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLEDGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ROMANCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SHALL I SAY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO THE MARTYRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CORPORATE ENTITY by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH HOW THE GREAT GUEST CAME by EDWIN MARKHAM |