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<h3> THE WATCHER </h3>
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Little White Moon—Each night from Heaven you lean<br/>
To watch the lonely Seas, and all the Earth between;—<br/>
O little shining Moon! What have you seen?—<br/></p>
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What have you seen upon the fields of France,<br/>
Where through the drowsy grain, the gay red poppies dance,<br/>
Unheeding splintered gun or broken lance?<br/></p>
<p class="poem">
Deep in the green-wood, shadow-laced, and still,<br/>
What is it you have found, by fern-bed and by rill?<br/>
What by each hollow—and each little hill?—<br/></p>
<p class="poem">
When o'er the sky the driven smoke-clouds flee,<br/>
And through a dusky veil look down fearfully—<br/>
What do you find adrift upon the sea?<br/></p>
<p class="poem">
In the great mountains where the four winds blow,—<br/>
Where the King's cavalry, and his foot-soldiers go—<br/>
What have you seen beneath the shifting snow?<br/></p>
<p class="poem">
Little white Moon! So old,—so strangely bright—<br/>
How could you still shine on, unless you knew some night<br/>
Here in the world you watch, all would be right!<br/></p>
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