Mythology & Folklore
Low-Moon Land
From Songs of Peace (1917)
I often look when the moon is low
Thro' that other window on the wall,
At a land all beautiful under snow,
Blotted with shadows that come and go
When the winds rise up and fall.
And the form of a beautiful maid
In the white silence stands,
And beckons me with her hands.
And when the cares of the day are laid,
Like sacred things, in the mart away,
I dream of the low-moon land and the maid
Who will not weary of waiting, or jade
Of calling to me for aye.
And I would go if I knew the sea
That lips the shore where the moon is low,
For a longing is on me that will not go.
Codex Note
The poet often looks through another window at a snow-covered land under a low moon, and he would go there if he knew the sea that touches its shore.
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MLA
Ledwidge, Francis. “Low-Moon Land.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/ledwidge/21/.
Chicago
Ledwidge, Francis. “Low-Moon Land.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/ledwidge/21/.
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