When through the clouds the sun's first ray Comes darting swift and bright, The moon slips silently away Before the coming light. The fairies dance away in glee To sleep beneath the ferns, From school and lessons they are free Until the moon returns. The birds awake and sing their best, The flowers lift their heads, The children waken from their rest And tumble from their beds. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MILKMAID'S SONG by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL ON MILTON'S PARADISE LOST by ANDREW MARVELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: SETH COMPTON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BEAUTIFUL MEALS by THOMAS STURGE MOORE THE REMEDY WORSE THAN THE DISEASE by MATTHEW PRIOR |