Moonlight
V. Giannini
The moonlight falls upon my window sill,
But I have neither the desire nor will
to cross the room and gaze into the light!
This little patch of silver, is my own,
The full-orbed moon is fat and overgrown
Its face would mock the romance of the night.
So I will keep my little silver sill.
And let those face the full-orbed moon who will!