One night as Dick lay half asleep, <br />Into his drowsy eyes <br />A great still light began to creep <br />From out the silent skies. <br />It was the lovely moon's, for when <br />He raised his dreamy head, <br />Her surge of silver filled the pane <br />And streamed across his bed. <br />So, for a while, each gazed at each -- <br />Dick and the solemn moon -- <br />Till, climbing slowly on her way, <br />She vanished, and was gone.<br /><br />Walter de la Mare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/full-moon-3/
