As the moon sidles up Must she sidle up, As trips the scared moon Away must she trip: "His light had struck me blind Dared I stop'. She sings as the moon sings: "I am I, am I; The greater grows my light The further that I fly'. All creation shivers With that sweet cry
Return to the William Butler Yeats library , or . . . Read the next poem; He Bids His Beloved Be At Peace