@3The moon was up and I was young: No matter what I dared to write, But how it woke each sportive tongue Of little elves that haunt the night! Though Crickets chanted, "True, true, true!" The Tree Toads piped, "'Tis not! 'Tis not!" The Hermit Howlet jeered, "Hoo! hoo!" And Gaffer Bullfrog blurted, "Rot!" So, red with wrath, I flung the scrawl Across the walk -- and lo! by day The Dew, the truest friend of all, Had washed those erring lines away.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 50 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE GALLOWS by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS THE VIOLINIST by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON THE FRATERNAL DUEL by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS A VIGNETTE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN MUSINGS by MICHAEL J. CAMPIONE BALLADE OF AUGUST by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS OFFICER BRADY; THE MODERN RECRUIT by ROBERT WILLIAM CHAMBERS |