James Stephens

The White Wido

The moon comes every night to peep
 Through the window where I lie,
And I pretend to be asleep;
 But I watch the moon as it goes by,
And it never makes a sound.
 
It stands and stares, and then it goes
 To the house that’s next to me,
Stealing on its tippy-toes,
 To peep at folk asleep maybe;
And it never makes a sound.
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