Author Dorothy Wordsworth As I climbed the moss, The moon came out From behind a mountain mass Of black clouds. O, the unutterable darkness of the sky And the earth below the moon, And the glorious brightness of the moon itself! 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