THE SPRING MOON
by: Karle Wilson Baker
- elicate, scintillant Crescent-Lady,
- What do you seek through the fields of blue?
- Daintily going through April-blowing,
- O young Moon-Lady, may I go too?
- Adream you walk in your soft blue meadows,
- With a chance-plucked flower in your spun-gold hair,
- And a cloud-scarf trailing of silver veiling
- And a Star-Child stumbling beside you there!
- Bluet and larkspur, and violet purple--
- Knee-deep in the azure the Star-Child goes:
- And where are you leading her all unheeding
- O light Moon-Lady, who knows, who knows?
- But oh, I wish that my feet were scaling
- Your floating ladder let down for me!
- For who would reckon when faeries beckon
- And the witch-moon shines through the willow tree?
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|"The Spring Moon" is reprinted from Blue Smoke. Karle Wilson Baker. New Haven: Yale University Press, 1919.