Carl Sandburg Moon Poems

Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over the garden nights,
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The child's wonder
At the old moon
Comes back nightly.
She points her finger
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THE BABY moon, a canoe, a silver papoose canoe, sails and sails in the Indian west.
A ring of silver foxes, a mist of silver foxes, sit and sit around the Indian moon.
One yellow star for a runner, and rows of blue stars for more runners, keep a line of watchers.
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MONEY is nothing now, even if I had it,
O mooney moon, yellow half moon,
Up over the green pines and gray elms,
Up in the new blue.
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