<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Moon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy beauty haunts me heart and soul, <br>Oh, thou fair Moon, so close and bright; <br>Thy beauty makes me like the child <br>That cries aloud to own thy light: <br>The little child that lifts each arm <br>To press thee to her bosom warm. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though there are birds that sing this night <br>With thy white beams across their throats, <br>Let my deep silence speak for me <br>More than for them their sweetest notes: <br>Who worships thee till music fails, <br>Is greater than thy nightingales.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Henry+Davies">William Henry Davies</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538374" data-title="The Moon de William Henry Davies" data-description="Thy beauty haunts me heart and soul, Oh, thou fair Moon, so close and bright; Thy beauty makes me like the child That cries aloud to own thy light: The little child that lifts each arm To press thee to her bosom warm. Though there are birds..."></div> </div> </div>

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