THESE white moon-flowers lift to the moon their faces, Pale, insignificant, serene, All night shining into deepening spaces Of airy seas, firths of infinity Sown with unvisited stars. And the great moon-flower of the sky shines, turning White petals towards the garden petals. —Moon-flowers or garden-flowers—which are burning More brightly, and more precariously, In their unequal fields? These garden-flowers that in their season perish, So brief and certain; and that dishevelled moon Already faded in the field of garish Suns and fierce stars:—O which more surely shows The canker of cureless Time? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ITALIAN PICTURES: THE COSTA SAN GIORGIO by MINA LOY THREE KINGS OF ORIENT by JOHN HENRY HOPKINS JR. IF WE KNEW; OR, BLESSINGS OF TO-DAY by MAY LOUISE RILEY SMITH THE MORAL FABLES: THE FOX, THE WOLF, AND THE CADGER by AESOP EPIGRAM by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM TO THINE OWN SELF BE TRUE by PAKENHAM THOMAS BEATTY A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 23 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |