PATTRAN.
Reading edition
Does the Moon love best When the trees write fortunes on the West? When the webs are done, All the milkweed spun, And when brown roads up to the blue sky run? Does the Moon love best When the budding creeps from the sunny South Where the crocus leaps, And the robin cheeps, And the earth is a-blossom with rain-wet mouth? Does the Moon love best The wild winds driving out of the North? The hazel rod, And the brown seed-pod, And the Autumn censers swinging forth? Oh! the Gypsy Moon, Wandering ways so silverly! Hers is the love of cricket-shoon, And wigwam corn, And the smell of morn, And October grasses on vagrom dune!