A Poplar And The Moon

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 blustering winds will strip the tree.
And I’ve no magic to express
The moment of that loveliness;
So from these words you’ll never guess
The stars and lilies I could see.

by Siegfried Sassoon

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hey me again i really love ur work this is a great poem but i think u should change the title it doesn't really go with the poem but once again i love the poem. *Nicole* &hearts
Samantha, a vague title but your poem progressed rather nicely... well done! ! Brian