James Stephens

(9 February 1882 - 26 December 1950 / Dublin)

The White Wido - Poem by James Stephens

The moon comes every night to peep
Through the window where I lie,
And I pretend to be asleep;
But I watch the moon as it goes by,
And it never makes a sound.

It stands and stares, and then it goes
To the house that's next to me,
Stealing on its tippy-toes,
To peep at folk asleep maybe;
And it never makes a sound.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 10, 2012



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