Classic Poem

O, LOOK at the moon!
—She is shining up there;
O mother, she looks
—Like a lamp in the air.

Last week she was smaller,
—And shaped like a bow;
But now she's grown bigger,
—And round as an O.

Pretty moon, pretty moon,
—How you shine on the door,
And make it all bright
—On my nursery floor!

You shine on my playthings,
—And show me their place,
And I love to look up
—At your pretty bright face.

And there is a star
—Close by you, and maybe
That small twinkling star
—Is your little baby.