—Oh, hold your breath and hark!

Excepting where the Curtain was,

It stayed as black as night;

And that kept still one minute more,

All edged across with light:—

Then Up—and Up—

And Oh, so soon,

It was like all Inside the Moon,

—Yes, sitting in the Moon!

And Oh, how Beautiful they were!—

And could we see them near?—

And Oh, how brave at everything!

But it was somehow queer

To see that smiling way they had:

They smiled so much, but not all glad;

—No, not so always glad.

I wish we couldn't go away;

I wish it would begin

All over, now, and never end;

I wish we were Locked In!

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