Tonight I tried to find the sun beyond horizon bare,
But when I climbed atop a hill I found but blackness there.
The moon, accomplice to this lack, held darkness in her gaze;
What water dark and somnolent did swallow her bright haze?
Her solemn limbs and vacant eyes were phantoms to behold:
Pray do come down and spare your crown, for I grow tired and cold!
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 9:42 PM UTC
Tonight I tried to find the sun beyond horizon bare,
But when I climbed atop a hill I found but blackness there.
The moon, accomplice to this lack, held darkness in her gaze;
What water dark and somnolent did swallow her bright haze?
Her solemn limbs and vacant eyes were phantoms to behold:
Pray do come down and spare your crown, for I grow tired and cold!
