Slipping softly through the sky Little horned, happy moon, Can you hear me up so high? Will you come down soon? On my nursery window-sill Will you stay your steady flight? And then float away with me Through the summer night? Brushing over tops of trees, Playing hide and seek with stars, Peeping up through shiny clouds At Jupiter or Mars. I shall fill my lap with roses Gathered in the milky way, All to carry home to mother. Oh! what will she say! Little rocking, sailing moon, Do you hear me shout -- Ahoy! Just a little nearer, moon, To please a little boy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WHITE ROSE by JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY THE RAGGEDY MAN by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1883 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE GLOW-WORM by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 36 by THOMAS CAMPION |