What have you got in your knapsack fair, <br />White moon, bright moon, pearling the air, <br />Spinning your bobbins and fabrics free, <br />Fleet moon, sweet moon, in to the sea? <br />Turquoise and beryl and rings of gold, <br />Clear moon, dear moon, ne’er to be sold? <br />Roses and lilies, romance and love, <br />Still moon, chill moon, swinging above? <br />Slender your feet as a white birds throat, <br />High moon, shy moon, drifting your boat <br />Into the murk of the world awhile, <br />Slim moon, dim moon, adding a smile. <br />Tender your eyes as a maiden’s kiss, <br />Fine moon, wine moon, no one knows this, <br />Under the spell of your witchery, <br />Dream moon, cream moon, first he kissed me.<br /><br />Patrick 'the pyropoet' littrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/new-moon-9/
