The Watcher

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Title:     The Watcher
Author: Virna Sheard [More Titles by Sheard]

Little White Moon--Each night from Heaven you lean
To watch the lonely Seas, and all the Earth between;--
O little shining Moon! What have you seen?--

What have you seen upon the fields of France,
Where through the drowsy grain, the gay red poppies dance,
Unheeding splintered gun or broken lance?

Deep in the green-wood, shadow-laced, and still,
What is it you have found, by fern-bed and by rill?
What by each hollow--and each little hill?--

When o'er the sky the driven smoke-clouds flee,
And through a dusky veil look down fearfully--
What do you find adrift upon the sea?

In the great mountains where the four winds blow,--
Where the King's cavalry, and his foot-soldiers go--
What have you seen beneath the shifting snow?

Little white Moon! So old,--so strangely bright--
How could you still shine on, unless you knew some night
Here in the world you watch, all would be right!

[The end]
Virna Sheard's poem: Watcher

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