Rhymes of a Child's World by Miriam Clark Potter - HTML preview

 THE MOON IN THE POOL

The moon is drowned in the little brown pool

Where the water is ever so deep.

I must help her out of the shadowy cool

Before I can go to sleep;

I must help her out with my friendly hands,

(If I saw her, how could I pass?)

Where the drooping tree on the hillside stands

I will put her to rest on the grass.

The stars must be weeping, and hiding their eyes,

And wondering where she can be;

And sending the clouds to hunt over the skies,

I am glad that she fell to me!

For now I may help her, and smooth her hair;

On the grass she shall rest, and then

When the little night wind finds her sleeping there

He will carry her home again.