Many Many Moons/The loon

by Lew Sarett

PART II

LONE FIRES

THE LOON

A lonely lake, a lonely shore,A lone pine leaning on the moon;All night the water-beating wingsOf a solitary loon.

With mournful wail from dusk to dawnHe gibbered at the taunting stars—A hermit-soul gone raving mad,And beating at his bars.