LAST night the shining moon came down And danced a dance with me, In a secret place where myrtle bloom Lies spilled beside a sea. The thin stars sang a melody With a gnarled tree for a harp, While the wind strummed on its silver limbs A queer tune—shrill and sharp. The moon and I danced in and out Till the tired stars were stilled, And a harp string broke with a brittle crash When the wind's last note had shrilled. The myrtle scent lay like a pall, But the moon was loath to go, And I—I knew that at the dawn The little worms below Would seek again my crumbly bones And feed on my shut eyes. So the moon and I danced while we could For the moon and I are wise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE BEING ALL ONE by ROBERT FROST THREE SONNETS by RICHARD WILBUR DEEP IN THE QUIET WOOD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A SONG OF ETERNITY IN TIME by SIDNEY LANIER SUGGESTED BY THE COVER OF A VOLUME OF KEATS'S POEMS by AMY LOWELL SIMON SURNAMED PETER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |