Golden Moonrose

William Stanley Braithwaite 1878 (Boston) – 1962



When your eyes gaze seaward
Piercing through the dim
Slow descending nightfall,
On the outer rim

Where the deep blue silence
Touches sky and sea,
Hast thou seen the golden
Moon, rise silently?

Seen the great battalions
Of the stars grow pale ---
Melting in the magic
Of her silver veil?

I have seen the wonder,
I have felt the balm
Of the golden moonrise
Turn to silver calm.

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Submitted on May 13, 2011

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Quick analysis:

Scheme XAXA BCXC XDXD XEBE
Closest metre Iambic trimeter
Characters 382
Words 71
Stanzas 4
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 4

William Stanley Braithwaite

William Stanley Beaumont Braithwaite was an American writer, poet and literary critic. Braithwaite was born in Boston, Massachusetts. At the age of 12, upon the death of his father, Braithwaite was forced to quit school to support his family. When he was aged 15 he was apprenticed to a typesetter for the Boston publisher, Ginn & Co., where he discovered an affinity for lyric poetry and began to write his own poems. From 1906 to 1931 he contributed to The Boston Evening Transcript, eventually becoming its literary editor. He also wrote articles, reviews and poetry for many other periodicals and journals, including the Atlantic Monthly, the New York Times, and the The New Republic. In 1918 he was awarded the Spingarn Medal by the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People. In 1935, Braithwaite assumed a professorship of creative literature at Atlanta University. He retired from Atlanta University in 1945. In 1946, he and his wife Emma Kelly, along with their seven children, moved to Sugar Hill—a neighborhood in Harlem, New York—where Braithwaite continued to write and publish poetry, essays and anthologies. more…

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