Moon
“Moon” Robert van Oort I believe and yet I doubtedThat furrowed brow should riseWith such light of sweet countenance,Fair beauty without guise.Ghostly splendour guards the passage,Whispering silken mist.Silver pallid greyish hues,Sublime translucent kist.Yet, sickle forms no less undoThat allurement so fine.Sculptured marble each passing night,My paramour divine.No longer doubt glorious luneWho eyes the setting sun,Come … More Moon



