You know that Portrait in the Moon
You know that Portrait in the Moon
So tell me who ’tis like
The very Brow the stooping eyes
A fog for Say Whose Sake?
The very Pattern of the Cheek
It varies in the Chin
But Ishmael since we met ’tis long
And fashions intervene
When Moon’s at full ‘Tis Thou I say
My lips just hold the name
When crescent Thou art worn I note
But there the Golden Same
And when Some Night Bold slashing Clouds
Cut Thee away from Me
That’s easier than the other film
That glazes Holiday
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