General William Booth Enters into Heaven : and other poems Part 11

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The moon's a peck of corn. It lies Heaped up for me to eat.

I wish that I might climb the path And taste that supper sweet.

Men feed me straw and scanty grain And beat me till I'm sore.

Some day I'll break the halter-rope And smash the stable-door,

Run down the street and mount the hill Just as the corn appears.

I've seen it rise at certain times For years and years and years.

What the Hyena Said

The moon is but a golden skull, She mounts the heavens now, And Moon-Worms, mighty Moon-Worms Are wreathed around her brow.

The Moon-Worms are a doughty race: They eat her gray and golden face.

Her eye-sockets dead, and molding head: These caverns are their dwelling-place.

The Moon-Worms, serpents of the skies, From the great hollows of her eyes Behold all souls, and they are wise: With tiny, keen and icy eyes, Behold how each man sins and dies.

When Earth in gold-corruption lies Long dead, the moon-worm b.u.t.terflies On cyclone wings will reach this place-- Yea, rear their brood on earth's dead face.

What the Snow Man Said

The Moon's a s...o...b..ll. See the drifts Of white that cross the sphere.

The Moon's a s...o...b..ll, melted down A dozen times a year.

Yet rolled again in hot July When all my days are done And cool to greet the weary eye After the scorching sun.

The moon's a piece of winter fair Renewed the year around, Behold it, deathless and unstained, Above the grimy ground!

It rolls on high so brave and white Where the clear air-rivers flow, Proclaiming Christmas all the time And the glory of the snow!

What the Scare-crow Said

The dim-winged spirits of the night Do fear and serve me well.

They creep from out the hedges of The garden where I dwell.

I wave my arms across the walk.

The troops obey the sign, And bring me s.h.i.+mmering shadow-robes And cups of cowslip-wine.

Then dig a treasure called the moon, A very precious thing, And keep it in the air for me Because I am a King.

What Grandpa Mouse Said

The moon's a holy owl-queen.

She keeps them in a jar Under her arm till evening, Then sallies forth to war.

She pours the owls upon us.

They hoot with horrid noise And eat the naughty mousie-girls And wicked mousie-boys.

So climb the moonvine every night And to the owl-queen pray: Leave good green cheese by moonlit trees For her to take away.

And never squeak, my children, Nor gnaw the smoke-house door: The owl-queen then will love us And send her birds no more.

The Beggar Speaks

"What Mister Moon Said to Me."

Come, eat the bread of idleness, Come, sit beside the spring: Some of the flowers will keep awake, Some of the birds will sing.

Come, eat the bread no man has sought For half a hundred years: Men hurry so they have no griefs, Nor even idle tears:

They hurry so they have no loves: They cannot curse nor laugh-- Their hearts die in their youth with neither Grave nor epitaph.

My bread would make them careless, And never quite on time-- Their eyelids would be heavy, Their fancies full of rhyme:

Each soul a mystic rose-tree, Or a curious incense tree: . . . .

Come, eat the bread of idleness, Said Mister Moon to me.

What the Forester Said

The moon is but a candle-glow That flickers thro' the gloom: The starry s.p.a.ce, a castle hall: And Earth, the children's room, Where all night long the old trees stand To watch the streams asleep: Grandmothers guarding trundle-beds: Good shepherds guarding sheep.

A Net to Snare the Moonlight

[What the Man of Faith said]

The dew, the rain and moonlight All prove our Father's mind.

The dew, the rain and moonlight Descend to bless mankind.

Come, let us see that all men Have land to catch the rain, Have gra.s.s to snare the spheres of dew, And fields spread for the grain.

Yea, we would give to each poor man Ripe wheat and poppies red,-- A peaceful place at evening With the stars just overhead:

A net to snare the moonlight, A sod spread to the sun, A place of toil by daytime, Of dreams when toil is done.

Beyond the Moon

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