WHITE MOON comes in on a baby face. The shafts across her bed are flimmering. Out on the land White Moon shines, Shines and glimmers against gnarled shadows, All silver to slow twisted shadows Falling across the long road that runs from the house. Keep a little of your beauty And some of your flimmering silver For her by the window to-night Where you come in, White Moon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PHANTOM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE PRESENT CRISIS by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL A PRELUDE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 9. AL-HATHIM by EDWIN ARNOLD STANZAS TO A LADY by JOHN CODRINGTON BAMPFYLDE THE SONG OF THE COSSACK by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER THE UP-HILL STREET by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |