Two statesmen met by moonlight. <br />Their ease was partly feigned. <br />They glanced about the prairie. <br />Their faces were constrained. <br />In various ways aforetime <br />They had misled the state, <br />Yet did it so politely <br />Their henchmen thought them great. <br />They sat beneath a hedge and spake <br />No word, but had a smoke. <br />A satchel passed from hand to hand. <br />Next day, the deadlock broke.<br /><br />Vachel Lindsay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-the-moon-saw/
