He has the full moon on his breast,
The moonbeams are about hs wing;
He has the colours of a king.
I see him floating unto rest
When all eyes wearily go west,
And the warm winds are quieting.
The moonbeams are about his wing:
He has the full moon on his breast.

(C) John Shaw Neilson
03/08/2017


Best Poems of John Shaw Neilson

• May
• The Crane Is My Neighbour
• The Green Singer
• Song Be Delicate
• Tell Summer That I Died
• A Protest And A Protest
• The Meeting Of Sighs
• O Heart Of Spring
• Schoolgirls Hastening
• The Poor Can Feed The Birds
• The Land Where I Was Born
• The Orange Tree
• You And Yellow Air
• The Smoker Parrot
• Old Granny Sullivan
• The Loving Tree
• Native Companions Dancing
• The Gentle Water Bird (for Mary Gilmore)
• In The Dim Counties
• The Poor, Poor Country