Slipping softly through the sky <br />Little horned, happy moon, <br />Can you hear me up so high? <br />Will you come down soon? <br /> <br />On my nursery window-sill <br />Will you stay your steady flight? <br />And then float away with me <br />Through the summer night? <br /> <br />Brushing over tops of trees, <br />Playing hide and seek with stars, <br />Peeping up through shiny clouds <br />At Jupiter or Mars. <br /> <br />I shall fill my lap with roses <br />Gathered in the milky way, <br />All to carry home to mother. <br />Oh! what will she say! <br /> <br />Little rocking, sailing moon, <br />Do you hear me shout -- Ahoy! <br />Just a little nearer, moon, <br />To please a little boy.<br /><br />Amy Lowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-crescent-moon/
