The Moon, The old roué, Watches with desire The Earth below. The Ocean, Prudish maid, Hides her breasts, Feverishly,— But the winds, laughing, Blow off incessantly Her flimsy draperies. The Moon, A golden hoop, Rolls unsteadily Upon the ragged edges Of the shivering clouds. The Ocean, Mischievous girl, Runs after— Her hands raised up To catch it, And shouts and laughs In utter merriment. The Moon The painted mountebank Of the infinite circus, Grins and bows To his celestial audience. The Ocean, A clumsy bear Sways and dances To the bagpipes Of the merry winds. The Moon, The hoary recluse, Gazes calmly Across eternity, And meditates On Death. The Ocean, The Earth's demagogue, Silver-tongued, Harangues the winds, Persuading them To blow across the Moon And blind him. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN PICCADILLY by ISAAC ROSENBERG GIRL IN A CAGE by CARL SANDBURG SHAMEFUL DEATH by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) TO THE RIGHT HON! WILLIAM EARL OF DARTMOUTH by PHILLIS WHEATLEY MY CRYSTAL BRIDE by WILLIAM EDWARD ADAMS ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 3. TO THE CUCKOO by MARK AKENSIDE BEAUTY by WILLIMINA L. ARMSTRONG CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 7. OF HOSPITALITY by WILLIAM BASSE |