Saturday, April 16, 2011
So restless was the wind,
It rushed across the sky, then back again--
Just to end where it had been...
So sorrowful was the moon,
First full, then half, then quarter shewn--
A sad and silver fair quadroon...
Restless child of shifting sky,
Four faces filled with passing sorrow--
Calm and soothe, beg or borrow...
This little moonlit lullaby.