As I lay awake in the white moon light, I heard a faint singing in the wood, 'Out of bed, Sleepyhead, Put your white foot now, Here are we, Neath the tree Singing round the root now!' I looked out of window, in the white moon light, The trees were like snow in the wood -- 'Come away, Child, and play Light with the gnomies; In a mound, Green and round, That's where their home is. Honey sweet, Curds to eat, Cream and frumenty, Shells and beads, Poppy seeds, You shall have plenty.' But soon as I stooped in the dim moon light To put on my stocking and my shoe, The sweet sweet singing died sadly away, And the light of the morning peeped through: Then instead of the gnomies there came a red robin To sing of the buttercups and dew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEW PRINCE, NEW POMP by ROBERT SOUTHWELL DESPISED AND REJECTED by KATHARINE LEE BATES LA BEAUTE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE FRAGMENT by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS KEEP IT DARK by HENRY CHAPPELL BLANK MISGIVINGS OF A CREATURE MOVING ABOUT IN WORLDS NOT REALIZED: 5 by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |