illustrations for the poem "Green Moth" by Winifred Welles, 1958
Green Moth
The night the green moth came for me,
A creamy moon poured down the hill,
The meadow was a silver sea,
Small pearls hung from every tree,
And all so still so still.
He floated in on my white bed,
A strange and soundless fellow.
I saw the horns wave on his head.
He stepped across my pillow
In tiny ermine boots,
And spread his cape of green and yellow.
He came so close that I could see
His golden eyes, and sweet and chill,
His faint breath wavered over me.
"Come, my child, my beautiful." said he.
And all so still so still.
--Winifred Welles
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