Classic Poem

I DID not see. How could I know?
—Down in the little wood
—He—and he—together stood,
One above, one below.
The face of heaven was overcast.
The Moon among the driven clouds sailed fast.

I did not see. I turned my eyes away;
—And the Moon did not look.
—If she—the sentinel—her post forsook,
What was I then that I should stay?
The face of heaven was overcast.
The Moon among the driven clouds sailed fast.