Author Witter Bynner Red leapedThe moon,From behind the black hill of night …And soon it was silver foreverAnd there was no change …Until its time came …And its setting was as white as a corpse,Among the flowers of dawn. 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