The Earth Turns South/The Sky-Gypsy
THE SKY-GYPSY
The silver-rimmed cloud-wrackFalls swiftly toward the eastern hill.The rounded moon, like a toy balloon suddenly freed,Bounds up and away.
Stay with us, stay with us, moon—Do not fly with your soft radianceTo light some other planet, some farther sun,—To wander, a sky-gypsy,Down lost byways of the heavens.
You are tired of our endless songs to you,And the eternal platitudes.Of lovers, lips unleashed in your maddening glimmer . . .But space is a chill labyrinth,And night will be bleak without you.Stay with us, moon!