Author Henry Baerlein Our old moon put her horns away and the dark nights were three; There danced a girl-moon through the clouds, pallid as ivory. At break of day went Jupiter patrolling down the sky, Just as the lonely watchman with a lantern passing by. 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