Poems (Piatt)/Volume 1/When the Full Moon's Light is Burning
WHEN THE FULL MOON'S LIGHT IS BURNING.
When the full moon's light is burning At its brightest, it is pleasant,Sometimes, blindly to sit yearning For the slightness of the crescent;
When the finished rose is shining In the sun with flushed completeness,For the vanished bud repining, Wilfully to miss its sweetness.