The moon is but a candle-glow <br />That flickers thro’ the gloom: <br />The starry space, a castle hall: <br />And Earth, the children’s room, <br />Where all night long the old trees stand <br />To watch the streams asleep: <br />Grandmothers guarding trundle-beds: <br />Good shepherds guarding sheep.<br /><br />Vachel Lindsay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-the-forester-said/
