The Moon, poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

A classic recalled.

Silver Birch Press

by Robert Louis Stevenson

The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.

The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
The howling dog by the door of the house,
The bat that lies in bed at noon,
All love to be out by the light of the moon.

But all of the things that belong to the day
Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;
And flowers and children close their eyes
Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.

PHOTO: A “supermoon“– closer to the Earth than normal and appearing 14% larger — rises behind roadside plants growing in Prattville, Ala., Saturday, June 22, 2013. (AP Photo/Dave Martin)

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5 thoughts on “The Moon, poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

  1. Carole Webber February 24, 2014 / 8:00 am

    This photo reminds me of watching the moon set over Patten Hill to the west. in the AM
    We view the moon rising over the Deering Hills in the eastern sky at night, This is a view we never want to miss. I had not read that poem since my childhood, thanks.

    • fictionfitz February 24, 2014 / 8:04 am

      Nice thoughts.

  2. jhvn February 24, 2014 / 9:49 am

    Fantastic photo! But I love to be out in the light of the moon. So I am a creature of sun and moon, day and night, light and darkness. Perhaps that’s why I’m so “loony”.

    • fictionfitz February 24, 2014 / 9:52 am

      I am happy you are so affected.

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