The Crescent Moon By Amy Lowell

The Crescent Moon By Amy Lowell Slipping softly through the skyLittle horned, happy moon,Can you hear me up so high?Will you come down soon? On my nursery window-sillWill you stay your steady flight?And then float away with meThrough the summer night? Brushing over tops of trees,Playing hide and seek with stars,Peeping up through shiny cloudsAt […]