Author Witter Bynner Dusk came over the hill to me, Holding a red moon, And I danced with her, Feeling and following her starry steps, Till she turned and gave the moon To the swarthy night ā And slipped away without explaining. Tags Short Poems 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