August Moonrise
The sun was gone, and the moon was coming
Over the blue Connecticut hills;
The west was rosy, the east was flushed,
And over my head the rushed
This way and that, with changeful wills.
The sun was gone, and the moon was coming
Over the blue Connecticut hills;
The west was rosy, the east was flushed,
And over my head the rushed
This way and that, with changeful wills.
Sara Teasdale - Flame and Shadow
