MOONS WE SAW AT SEVENTEEN

August casts her burning spell:

One vast sapphire is the sky;

Woods still have their musky smell,

By the pool the dragon fly

Like a jewelled scarf-pin glows.

Doris, Vera, and Kathleen —

Where are they? and where are those

Moons we saw at seventeen?

Bright as amber, and as round

As a new engagement ring —

( So we murmured, gently bound

To some flapper's leading string. )

Sweet and witless repartee:

Perilous canoes careen —

Telescopes would split, to see

MOONS we saw at seventeen!