Classic Poem

" The moon's a paper jumping hoop, "
Went on the circus clown,
" A film of gilded nonsense
For the games of Angel-town.

" If I could break those horses
That gallop through my sleep,
I'd reach that aggravating hoop
And make my finest leap.

" I climb upon their backs, and ride,
But always slip too soon . . .
And fall and wake, when just one mile
Remains to reach the moon. "