A Poplar And The Moon

Siegfried Sassoon

There stood a Poplar, tall and straight;
The fair, round Moon, uprisen late,
Made the long shadow on the grass
A ghostly bridge ‘twixt heaven and me.
  But May, with slumbrous nights, must pass;
  And blustering winds will strip the tree.
And I’ve no magic to express
The moment of that loveliness;
So from these words you’ll never guess
The stars and lilies I could see.

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