THE moon is a charring ember Dying into the dark; Off in the crouching mountains Coyotes bark. The stars are heavy in heaven, Too great for the sky to hold-- What if they fell and shattered The earth with gold? No lights are over the mesa, The wind is hard and wild, I stand at the darkened window And cry like a child. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ANNOYER by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS THE FLIGHT OF THE WAR-EAGLE by OBADIAH CYRUS AURINGER OFF MESOLONGI by ALFRED AUSTIN LOVE SONNET by GEORGE HENRY BOKER SHREWSBURY NIGHT by CHARLES WARE BORDEN |