Author Amy Lowell There is no moon in the sky, But with each step I see one grow in the sand Under my feet. This interests me so much That I forget the rain Beating against the lantern Which my cloak only partially covers. 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