Author John Collings, Sir Squire The heaven is full of the moon's light, The earth fades below.In this vast empty world of night I only know.Pale-shining trees and moonlit fields, The bird's tune,And my night-flowering heart that yields Her fragrance to the moon. 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