"Full Moon" is by Elinor Wylie, an American poet who died in 1928. In life she was a scandalous woman; she married three times and lived with her second husband openly before he divorced his wife. She was an editor at Vanity Fair, Literary Guild and The New Republic. A successful novelist, she was also a fan girl: her novel The Orphan Angel imagined Romantic poet Shelley's years in the US after being saved from drowning.
My bands of silk and miniverMomently grew heavier;
The black gauze was beggarly thin;
The ermine muffled mouth and chin;
I could not suck the moonlight in.
Harlequin in lozengesOf love and hate, I walked in these
Striped and ragged rigmaroles;
Along the pavement my footsoles
Trod warily on living coals.
Shouldering the thoughts I loathed,In their corrupt disguises clothed,
Morality I could not tear
From my ribs, to leave them bare
Ivory in silver air.
There I walked, and there I raged;The spiritual savage caged
Within my skeleton, raged afresh
To feel, behind a carnal mesh,
The clean bones crying in the flesh.
You can find more about Wylie and other poets at The Poetry Foundation. Have a creepy week!