“Or like a poet woo the Moon, Riding an armchair for my steed, And with a flashing pen harpoon Terrific metaphors of… — Roy Campbell Copy Share Image
The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
