Author Harry Crosby Of the moon, Of the wind, Of the frozen sea, As ice, be thou, As evening dew, As the icicle, As unsunned snow, As orchids I shall bring to you- To me if you are not these What care I how you be I shall know tranquillity. 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