"H'shh," said the man in the moon,
Full-faced and white,
And I listened,
I listened so hard that I heard through the night,
Faint through a crack
In the ice of the whiteness, I heard
Somebody whisper my name
With a magical word.
And the moon and the stars and the sky,
And the roofs of the street,
Fell in fragments of darkness and silver
That danced at my feet.
And we danced, and we danced, and we danced,
And oh! tired was I
When, full-faced and white, the cold moon
Shone again in the sky.
THE IMAGINARY BOY
The Haunted Wood