The moon's a gong, hung in the wild, <br />Whose song the fays hold dear. <br />Of course you do not hear it, child. <br />It takes a FAIRY ear. <br /> <br />The full moon is a splendid gong <br />That beats as night grows still. <br />It sounds above the evening song <br />Of dove or whippoorwill.<br /><br />Vachel Lindsay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-the-gray-winged-fairy-said/
