Sometimes I watch the moon at night, No matter be she near or far; Up high, or in a leafy tree Caught laughing like a bigger star. To-night the west is full of clouds; The east is full of stars that fly Into the cloud's dark foliage, And the moon will follow by and by. I see a dark brown shabby cloud -- The moon has gone behind its back; I looked to see her turn it white -- She turned it to a lovely black. A lovely cloud, a jet-black cloud; It shines with such a glorious light, That I am glad with all my heart She turned it black instead of white. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHANNEL FIRING by THOMAS HARDY SONG: THE STRICKEN DEER by THOMAS MOORE SONNET TO THE HUNGARIAN NATION by MATTHEW ARNOLD SONNET: MAN VERSUS ASCETIC. 5 by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE PAGODA by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN DISGUISES by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 22 by THOMAS CAMPION TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. NOT THE ACCEPTED TIME by EDWARD CARPENTER |