| Robert Graves (18951985). Fairies and Fusiliers. 1918. |
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| 10. The Cruel Moon |
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| THE CRUEL Moon hangs out of reach | |
| Up above the shadowy beech. | |
| Her face is stupid, but her eye | |
| Is small and sharp and very sly. | |
| Nurse says the Moon can drive you mad? | 5 |
| No, thats a silly story, lad! | |
| Though she be angry, though she would | |
| Destroy all England if she could, | |
| Yet think, what damage can she do | |
| Hanging there so far from you? | 10 |
| Dont heed what frightened nurses say: | |
| Moons hang much too far away. | |
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