THE SPRING MOON

by: Karle Wilson Baker (1878-1960)

      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?

"The Spring Moon" is reprinted from Blue Smoke. Karle Wilson Baker. New Haven: Yale University Press, 1919.

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