The Moon.

The moon Oh catch the moon Put a noose in its nose Bring it back to harness The icy wilderness of the noon Sprinkle it with flowered dew. Catch it before it runs To penumbra of sun hide itself Oh run and run to recover From suffocation of grief & bart Stiffen its dust with tears Or the ceremonial flood Of the tidings of the present The anti poetic Peregrine of the sedged cart The olibanum of crushed heart. The moon Oh catch the moon Catch it till it runs To the hilliard mansions The septic pun Where the master of hounds sleep With his metallic face Turned to the wall Where under the greenish shadows Shines the dool The moon Oh catch the moon Catch it before it runs To the penumbra of the sun.