poetry texts, poem archive at plagiarist.com

I speak of love that comes to mind:
The moon is faithful, although blind;
She moves in thought she cannot speak.
Perfect care has made her bleak.

I never dreamed the sea so deep,
The earth so dark; so long my sleep,
I have become another child.
I wake to see the world go wild.


Submitted by Adam Stokke

Added: 2 Apr 2003 | Last Read: 8 Jun 2025 12:03 AM | Viewed: 9450 times

A PoetryNotes™ Analysis of An Eastern Ballad by Allen Ginsberg, is Available!

A PoetryNotes™ eBook is available for this poem for delivery within 24 hours, and usually available within minutes during normal business hours.

ON SALE - only $29.95 19.95!

For more information...