The Kind Moon

I think the moon is very kind
      To take such trouble just for me.
He came along with me from home
      To keep me company.

He went as fast as I could run;
      I wonder how he crossed the sky?
I’m sure he hasn’t legs and feet
      Or any wings to fly.

Yet here he is above their roof;
Perhaps he thinks it isn’t right
For me to go so far alone,
Tho’ mother said I might.

— Sara Teasdale