Enormous Moon by Edna St. Vincent Millay — Read

Enormous moon, that rise behind these hills

Heavy and yellow in a sky unstarred

And pale, your girth by purple fillets barred

Of drifting cloud, that as the cool sky fills

With planets and the brighter stars, distills

To thinnest vapour and floats valley-ward, / You flood with radiance all this cluttered yard, / The sagging fence, the chipping window sills.

Grateful at heart as if for my delight

You rose, I watch you through a mist of tears, / Thinking how man, who gags upon despair, / Salting his hunger with the sweat of fright

Has fed on cold indifference all these years, / Calling it kindness, calling it God's care.