Classic Poem

Look, you said, the lovely moon,
Fair and new and bright!
Of her bounty crave a boon;
Make a wish to-night.

You I gazed at grown so dear;
Gazed I long at you;
Near to me as life is near,
Fair and bright and new.

Boons for them that feel a dearth!
Them I give no heed to.
Mine the heaven and mine the earth—
Let them wish that need to!