Classic Poem

Sun-flood, moon-gleam
Ebb and flow;
Twinkle-footed star flocks
Come and go;
Eager little Stranger,
Sleep and grow!

Yearning in the moon-lift
Surge the seas;
Southering, the sun-lured
Gray goose flees:
Eager with the same urge,
You and these!

Canopied in splendor—
Red, gold, blue—
With the tender Autumn
Cooing through;
O, the mighty cradle