The Moon by Hugh Austin

Cirqued with dim stars and delicate moonflowers,

Silent she moves among the silent hours—

Watching the spheres that glow with golden heat

Under her feet.

Then, when the sunrise tints the east with light,

She fades to westward, with the dreamy night

And all her starry train—in faint disguise

Of twilight skies.

The Moon by poet Hugh Austin