Silvery Moon. - Poem by Bernard Shaw
Round full Silvery Moon,
Lighting the darkest night.
Many a lover did swoon,
At such a glorious sight.
Wisps of clouds sailing past,
Tinged with silvery light.
Moons come and go so fast,
Theirs is a sad plight.
Pretty Maid look to the moon,
Count the minutes till dawn.
Your lover will appear very soon,
You will have no time to yawn.
A long embrace in willing arms,
Hearts beating in rhythmic time.
Both succumb to the Moon's charms,
Now I can finish my rhyme.
Comments about Silvery Moon. by Bernard Shaw
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye