The New Moon

Theres a new, young moon riding the hills tonight; 
Theres a sprightly, young moon exploring the clouds; 
Theres 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