The cruel Moon hangs out of reach
Up above the shadowy beech.
Her face is stupid, but her eye
Is small and sharp and very sly.
Nurse says the Moon can drive you mad?
No, that's a silly story, lad!
Though she be angry, though she would
Destroy all England if she could,
Yet think, what damage can she do
Hanging there so far from you?
Don't heed what frightened nurses say:
Moons hang much too far away.
The Cruel Moon
Robert Graves
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Poem topics: away, small, face, nurse, destroy, story, sharp, angry, reach, damage, stupid, moon, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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