Author Langston Hughes There's a new young moon Riding the hills tonight. There's a sprightly young moon Exploring the clouds. There's a half-shy young moon Veiling her face like a virgin Waiting for a lover. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 3 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments