As I lay awake in the white moon light, I heard a faint singing in the wood, 'Out of bed, Sleepyhead, Put your white foot now, Here are we, Neath the tree Singing round the root now!' I looked out of window, in the white moon light, The trees were like snow in the wood -- 'Come away, Child, and play Light with the gnomies; In a mound, Green and round, That's where their home is. Honey sweet, Curds to eat, Cream and frumenty, Shells and beads, Poppy seeds, You shall have plenty.' But soon as I stooped in the dim moon light To put on my stocking and my shoe, The sweet sweet singing died sadly away, And the light of the morning peeped through: Then instead of the gnomies there came a red robin To sing of the buttercups and dew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HILL WIFE: THE IMPULSE by ROBERT FROST AND THERE WAS A GREAT CALM' by THOMAS HARDY THE BEAN-STALK by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY VERSES IN A WATCH by WILLIAM CZAR BRADLEY TO-NIGHT ACROSS THE SEA by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |