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Robert W Service - Moon Song
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A child saw in the morning skies
The dissipated-looking moon,
And opened wide her big blue eyes,
And cried: "Look, look, my lost balloon!"
And clapped her rosy hands with glee:
"Quick, mother! Bring it back to me."

A poet in a lilied pond
Espied the moon`s reflected charms,
And ravished by that beauty blonde,
Leapt out to clasp her in his arms.
And as he`d never learnt to swim,
Poor fool! that was the end of him.

A rustic glimpsed amid the trees
The bluff moon caught as in a snare.
"They say it do be made of cheese,"
Said Giles, "and that a chap bides there. . . .
That Blue Boar ale be strong, I vow —
The lad`s a-winkin` at me now."

Two lovers watched the new moon hold
The old moon in her bright embrace.
Said she: "There`s mother, pale and old,
And drawing near her resting place."
Said he: "Be mine, and with me wed,"
Moon-high she stared . . . she shook her head.

A soldier saw with dying eyes
The bleared moon like a ball of blood,
And thought of how in other skies,
So pearly bright on leaf and bud
Like peace its soft white beams had lain;
Like Peace! . . . He closed his eyes again.

Child, lover, poet, soldier, clown,
Ah yes, old Moon, what things you`ve seen!
I marvel now, as you look down,
How can your face be so serene?
And tranquil still you`ll make your round,
Old Moon, when we are underground.
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