At night, I go on board and say

Good-night to all my friends on shore;

I shut my eyes and sail away

And see and hear no more.

And sometimes things to bed I take,

As prudent sailors have to do:

Perhaps a slice of wedding-cake,

Perhaps a toy or two.

All night across the dark we steer:

But when the day returns at last,

Safe in my room, beside the pier,

I find my vessel fast.

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XXXII

THE MOON

The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;

The

She shines on thieves on the garden wall,

On streets and fields and harbour quays,

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