O Moon

O the moon was so bright,
So near unto day.
But night with its shadows,
Were shafted in grey.

Streaked clouds of golden,
Were huddled about.
All the nymphs and the fairies,
Had for hours been out.

I peeked through my window,
For I could not keep.
The secrets of my vision,
When eyes do not sleep.

There in full brilliance,
The chariots came through.
And great scenes of chivalry,
Were turning up new.

Back through the ages,
I watched with a grin.
And like a film turning,
I took it all in.


E.P. 1908 - 1989