Ah, Moon—and Star!

Ah, Moon—and Star!

You are very far—

But were no one

Farther than you—

Do you think I’d stop

For a Firmament—

Or a Cubit—or so?

I could borrow a Bonnet

Of the Lark—

And a Chamois’ Silver Boot—

And a stirrup of an Antelope—

And be with you—Tonight!

But, Moon, and Star,

Though you’re very far—

There is one—farther than you—

He—is more than a firmament—from Me—

So I can never go!