The Poetry Corner

For G.

By Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

All night under the moon Plovers are flying Over the dreaming meadows of silvery light, Over the meadows of June, Flying and crying - Wandering voices of love in the hush of the night. All night under the moon, Love, though we're lying Quietly under the thatch, in silvery light Over the meadows of June Together we're flying - Rapturous voices of love in the hush of the night?