The moon.

The moon has a face like the clock in the hall 

She shines on thieves on the garden wall. 

On streets and fields and harbor quays 

And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees. 

The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse 

The howling dog by the door of the house. 

The bat that lies in bed at noon 

All love to be out by the light of the moon. 

But all the thing that belong to the day 

Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way. 

And flowers and children close their eyes 

Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.