Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 98

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XCVIII A WITNESS
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.
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