The rim of the moon divinely rise
And strive to detach herself from the raw
Blackened edge of the skies.
Strive to escape; [p. xvii]
With her whiteness revealing my sunken world
Tall and loftily shadowed. But the moon
Never magnolia-like unfurled
Her white, her lamp-like shape.
For you told me no,
And bade me not to ask for the dour