The child’s wonder At the old moon Comes back nightly. She points her finger To the far silent yellow thing Shining through the branches Filtering on the leaves a golden sand, Crying with her little tongue, “See the moon!” And in her bed fading to sleep With babblings of the moon on her little mouth.
- by Carl Sandburg (1878 - 1967) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Juliana Hall (b. 1958), "Child moon" [ soprano and piano ], from When the south wind sings -- 7 Songs for Soprano and Piano on Poems by Carl Sandburg, no. 6 [sung text checked 1 time]
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