So the slim Moon, a young girl, shines upon The forest and its nodding ridge, and stream That cleaves with fainter silver the prone earth; The Moon, as fatal-fair as Desdemona, Pouring her brightness over all the valley Smiles and makes other moons of stream and weir. And now the Moor, a deep and sudden cloud, Risen up out of the East on moody winds, Dilating, smothers her loveliness with his fear, Darkens her innocent look—and all is gone That made night happy, all that made the woods, The stream, the clefted darkness brim with light: As sudden anger blinds for ever love, And all that stays is grief for all that's gone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD by THOMAS GRAY THE WIND AND THE MOON by GEORGE MACDONALD THE FROZEN GRAIL (TO PEARY AND HIS MEN) by ELSA BARKER THE THRESHER TO THE WINDS by JOACHIM DU BELLAY A WINTER'S NIGHT IN IRONDEQUOIT by EMMA MAGIN BISSELL IN FREIBURG STATION by RUPERT BROOKE SUBLIME ILLUSION by FLORENCE BROOKS ALMA MATER by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: THE PEDLER by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |