What counsel has the hooded moon Put in thy heart, my shyly sweet, Of Love in ancient plenilune, Glory and stars beneath his feet -- A sage that is but kith and kin With the comedian Capuchin? Believe me rather that am wise In disregard of the divine, A glory kindles in those eyes Trembles to starlight. Mine, O Mine! No more be tears in moon or mist For thee, sweet sentimentalist. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ABOVE HALF MOON by JAMES GALVIN ON BRODSKY'S COLLECTED by MICHAEL S. HARPER MOTHERHOOD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A FOOL, A FOUL THING, A DISTRESSFUL LUNATIC by MARIANNE MOORE OH YOU ARE COMING by SARA TEASDALE |