DEATH IN MOONLIGHT
Reading edition
A LEOPARD no more secret Is than she who goes By night alone, observing Moon-foam upon the rose; A doe is not more gentle Than she who palely treads Through peonies’ white clusters, Brushing small rabbit-heads; Her steps are light as dewdrops Among imagined sheep, Timid that she may startle A herd of rocks from sleep; She tarries for a moment Beside a sky-deep pond To watch a floating turtle; Enchanted, moves beyond To greet a glittering forest, A tall and starry town. Supple, her proud sweet body Crying plunges down.