Moon
Chanting faint hymns to the cold
fruitless moon.
New-bent in Heaven.
Shall behold the night.
Of our solemnities.
This old moon wanes.
Palms swing curtains predict
Moon and spine.
fruitless moon.
New-bent in Heaven.
Shall behold the night.
Of our solemnities.
This old moon wanes.
Palms swing curtains predict
Moon and spine.