The Shield Of Faith

The full moon is the Shield of Faith, And when it hangs on high Another shield seems on my arm The hard world to defy.

Yea, when the moon has knighted me, Then every poisoned dart Of daytime memory turns away From my dream-armored heart.

The full moon is the Shield of Faith: As long as it shall rise, I know that Mystery comes again, That Wonder never dies.

I know that Shadow has its place, That Noon is not our goal, That Heaven has non-official hours To soothe and mend the soul;

That witchcraft can be angel-craft And wizard deeds sublime; That utmost darkness bears a flower, Though long the budding-time.