My brother found my pointed stone all black
With the clotted blood.
(Nursery Memories)
III.—I HATE THE MOON
(After a moonlight patrol near the Brickstacks)
I hate the Moon, though it makes most people glad,
And they giggle and talk of silvery beams—you know!
But she says the look of the Moon drives people mad,
And that's the thing that always frightens me so.