Author Frank Dempster Sherman Within this silent palace of the Night, See how the moon, like some huge, phantom moth, Creeps slowly up across the azure clothThat hangs between the darkness and the light. 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