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The moon has a face like the clock in the hall; / She shines on thieves on the garden wall, / On streets and fields and harbor quays, / And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.
The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse, / The howling dog by the door of the house, / The bat that lies in bed at noon, / All love to be out by the light of the moon.
But all of the things that belong to the day / Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way; / And flowers and children close their eyes / Till up in the morning the sun shall rise.