Author Dorothy Wordsworth While the twilight Still overpowered the light of the moon, We were reminded That she was shining Bright above our heads, By our faint shadows going before us. We had seen her On the tops of the hills, Melting into the blue sky. 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