I hate the Moon, though it makes most people glad, And they giggle and talk of silvery beams -- you know! But she says the look of the moon drives people mad, And that's the thing that always frightens me so. I hate it worst when it's cruel and round and bright, And you can't make out the marks on its stupid face, Except when you shut your eyelashes, and all night The sky looks green, and the world's a horrible place. I like the stars, and especially the Big Bear And the W star, and one like a diamond ring, But I hate the Moon and its horrible stony stare, And I know one day it'll do me some dreadful thing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MR. THOMAS SOUTHERNE, ON HIS BIRTHDAY, 1742 by ALEXANDER POPE ON BEING BROUGHT FROM AFRICA TO AMERICA by PHILLIS WHEATLEY THE SAILOR'S WIFE by JEAN ADAMS TRUTH AND SORROW by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY LINES ON THE DEATH OF PHILIP MEADOWS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE VIOLIN'S ENCHANTRESS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE SONGS OF SUMMER by MATHILDE BLIND HYMN FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF HARTFORD AGRICULTURAL SOCIETY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |