A Poplar and the Moon by Siegfried Sassoon
There stood a Poplar, tall and straight;
The fair, round Moon, uprisen late,
Made the long shadow on the grass
A ghostly bridge â€™twixt heaven and me.
But May, with slumbrous nights, must pass;
And blustering winds will strip the tree.
And Iâ€™ve no magic to express
The moment of that loveliness;
So from these words youâ€™ll never guess
The stars and lilies I could see.