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Ah, Moon — and Star!
You are very far –
But were no one
Farther than you –
Do you think I’d stop
For a Firmament –
Or a Cubit — or so?
I could borrow a Bonnet
Of the Lark –
And a Chamois’ Silver Boot –
And a stirrup of an Antelope –
And be with you — Tonight!
But, Moon, and Star,
Though you’re very far –
There is one — farther than you –
He — is more than a firmament — from Me –
So I can never go!
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For every Bird a Nest –
Wherefore in timid quest
Some little Wren goes seeking round –
Wherefore when boughs are free –
Households in every tree –
Pilgrim be found?
Perhaps a home too high –
Ah Aristocracy!
The little Wren desires –
Perhaps of twig so fine –
Of twine e’en superfine,
Her pride aspires –
The Lark is not ashamed
To build upon the ground
Her modest house –
Yet who of all the throng
Dancing around the sun
Does so rejoice?
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