115. Child Moon. Sandburg, Carl. 1916. Chicago Poems

Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Chicago Poems. 1916.

115. Child Moon


THE CHILD’S wonder
At the old moon
Comes back nightly.
She points her finger
To the far silent yellow thing	5
Shining through the branches
Filtering on the leaves a golden sand,
Crying with her little tongue, “See the moon!”
And in her bed fading to sleep
With babblings of the moon on her little mouth.	10