THE MOON IN THE POOL

The moon is drowned in the little brown pool Where the water is ever so deep. I must help her out of the shadowy cool Before I can go to sleep; I must help her out with my friendly hands, (If I saw her, how could I pass?) Where the drooping tree on the hillside stands I will put her to rest on the grass. The stars must be weeping, and hiding their eyes, And wondering where she can be; And sending the clouds to hunt over the skies, I am glad that she fell to me! For now I may help her, and smooth her hair; On the grass she shall rest, and then When the little night wind finds her sleeping there He will carry her home again.