FALLS from her heaven the Moon, and stars sink burning Into the sea where blackness rims the sea, Silently quenched. Faint light that the waves hold Is only light remaining; yet still gleam The sands where those now-sleeping young moon-bathers Came dripping out of the sea and from their arms Shook flakes of light, dancing on the foamy edge Of quiet waves. They were all things of light Tossed from the sea to dance under the Moon— Her nuns, dancing within her dying round, Clear limbs and breasts silvered with Moon and waves And quick with windlike mood and body's joy, Withdrawn from alien vows, by wave and wind Lightly absolved and lightly all forgetting. An hour ago they left. Remains the gleam Of their late motion on the salt sea-meadow, As loveliest hues linger when the sun's gone And float in the heavens and die in reedy pools— So slowly, who shall say when light is gone? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE STREETS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER AN ODE ON THE UNVEILING OF THE SHAW MEMORIA BOSTON COMMON, MAY 31, 1897 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH HOW TO GET ON IN SOCIETY by JOHN BETJEMAN SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: LUCINDA MATLOCK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS AN ORCHARD AT AVIGNON by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON I WOULD NOT LIFT THY VEIL by A. LOUISE ASHWORTH BENNINGTON by WILLIAM HENRY BABCOCK SONG OF THE SUPERMAN by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE RIGHTS OF WOMAN - PROLOGUE FOR MISS FONTENELLE by ROBERT BURNS |