The New Moon
There’s a new, young moon riding the hills tonight;
There’s a sprightly, young moon exploring the clouds;
There’s a half-shy, young moon veiling her face like a virgin,
Waiting for her lover.
Credit
This poem is in the public domain.
About this Poem
"The New Moon" originally appeared in the March 1922 issue of The Crisis.
Date Published
03/01/1922