The dim-winged spirits of the night <br />Do fear and serve me well. <br />They creep from out the hedges of <br />The garden where I dwell. <br /> <br />I wave my arms across the walk. <br />The troops obey the sign, <br />And bring me shimmering shadow-robes <br />And cups of cowslip-wine. <br /> <br />Then dig a treasure called the moon, <br />A very precious thing, <br />And keep it in the air for me <br />Because I am a King.<br /><br />Vachel Lindsay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-the-scare-crow-said/
