The Moon and the Yew Tree

The yew tree is a cool shadow. This poem is a little labyrinth, And it is circular. I sit and look at the moon. The moon has a white crown, and it is sitting On a throne made of stars. This is the only sphere, it seems, that is not growing old;
That is the one thing I can depend on. It has no mouth but the70 light shining from its face Seeming to make a sound. It is telling all my secrets to the dark
But I alone can hear them.

Maybe the shadows are watching me But they appear only as reflections Made under the dark water of the night.

• Amy Lowell