FULL MOON
One night as Dick lay fast asleep,
Into his drowsy
eyes
A great still light began to creep
From out the
silent skies.
It was the lovely moon's, for when
He raised his
dreamy head,
Her surge of silver filled the pane
And streamed
across his bed.
So, for a while, each gazed at each-
Dick and the
solemn moon-
Till, climbing slowly on her way,
She vanished, and
was gone.
By Walter de la Mare
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