The shy eye of heaven stirs, <br />Beneath nights of tender breeze; <br />When storms are far from ear, <br />And tempests fret above the knees. <br />There, the keen moon gloats, <br />For dreams are beamed higher <br />By breezes deep beneath; <br />Strands of endless selves, <br />Girdling night’s ghostly eye; <br />The moon’s lively cargo <br />Sentinel lighthouse of sky.<br /><br />Dickie G Berg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/now-and-then-25/
