The patient stars are shining large and clear;
The crescent moon hangs like a tilted bowl;
So calm, so still, that I can almost hear
Thoughts stirring in the chambers of my soul.

(C) Arthur Bayldon
01/01/2000


Best Poems of Arthur Bayldon

• Crabs
• The Sea
• Sunset
• To Poesy
• Marlowe
• The Dead Poet
• Why I Am Poor
• An Old Bush Road
• To America In 1915
• Night-silence