Author John Gould Fletcher Swift waves hissingUnder the moonlight;Tarnished silver.Swaying boatsUnder the moonlight,Gold lacquered prows.Is it a visionUnder the moonlight?No, it is onlyA beautiful geisha swaying down the street. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments