Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 98
XCVIIIA WITNESS
I did not see. How could I know?
Down in the little wood
He—and he—together stood,
One above, one below.
The face of heaven was overcast.
The Moon among the driven clouds sailed fast.
Down in the little wood
He—and he—together stood,
One above, one below.
The face of heaven was overcast.
The Moon among the driven clouds sailed fast.
I did not see. I turned my eyes away;
And the Moon did not look.
If she—the sentinel—her post forsook,
What was I then that I should stay?
The face of heaven was overcast.
The Moon among the driven clouds sailed fast.
And the Moon did not look.
If she—the sentinel—her post forsook,
What was I then that I should stay?
The face of heaven was overcast.
The Moon among the driven clouds sailed fast.