Because poetry month is every month for some of us Victoria Sackville-West Moonlight What time the meanest brick and stone Take on a beauty not their own, And past the flaw of builded wood Shines the intention whole and good, And all the little homes of man Rise to a dimmer, nobler span; When colours absence gives escape To the deeper spirit of the shape, -- Then earths great architecture swells Among her mountains and her fells Under the moon to amplitude Massive and primitive and rude: -- Then do the clouds like silver flags Stream out above the tattered crags, And black and silver all the coast Marshalls its hunched and rocky host, And headlands striding sombrely Buttress the land against the sea, -- The darkened land, the brightening wave -- And moonlight slants through Merlins cave. Victoria Sackville-West
Posted on: Mon, 17 Mar 2014 09:24:16 +0000
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