"A Poplar and the Moon"
by Siegfried Sassoon
There stood a Poplar, tall and straight;
The fair, round Moon, uprisen late,
Made the long shadow on the grass
A ghostly bridge ’twixt heaven and me.
But May, with slumbrous nights, must pass;
And I’ve no magic to express
The moment of that loveliness;
So from these words you’ll never guess
