My mother gave me to the moons, And gave in turn the moons to me, One midnight when she sang her tunes To a baby on her knee. I saw a kingdom in the sky; And as I watched it move and shine, I stretched my arms out with a cry, Knowing the moon was mine. Though I have seen the right turn wrong, And common things grow strange, O I have watched the moons too long To be afraid of change. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHARGE AT SANTIAGO by WILLIAM HAMILTON HAYNE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 83. BARREN SPRING by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONGS FOR MY MOTHER: 1. HER CLOTHES by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH TO MY HONOURED FRIEND MR. DRAYTON; AFFIXED TO 'POLYOLBION' by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |