The Freedom Of The Moon Poem

The Freedom Of The Moon Poem By Robert Frost

I’ve tried the new moon tilted In the air
Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster
As you might try a jewel In your han
I’ve tried It fine WIth httle breadth of luster,
Alone, or in one ornament combining
With one first-water star almost as shining
J put it shinmg anyvvhere I please
By walkmg slowly on some evening later,
I’ve pulled It from a crate of crooked trees,
And brought it over glossy water, greater,
And dropped it in, and seen the image wallow,
The color run, all sorts of wonder follow.

The Freedom Of The Moon Poem

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