The moon's a gong, hung in the wild,
Whose song the fays hold dear.
Of course you do not hear it, child.
It takes a FAIRY ear.
The full moon is a splendid gong
That beats as night grows still.
It sounds above the evening song
Of dove or whippoorwill.
Vachel Lindsay
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-the-gray-winged-fairy-said/
