Author D. H. Lawrence The new moon, of no importancelingers behind as the yellow sun glares and is gone beyond the sea's edge;earth smokes blue;the new moon, in cool height above the blushes,brings a fresh fragrance of heaven to our senses. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 4.7 (3 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments