Carry On! — The Watcher

THE WATCHER

Little White Moon--Each night from Heaven you lean To watch the lonely Seas, and all the Earth between;-- O little shining Moon!

What have you seen?

-- What have you seen upon the fields of France, Where through the drowsy grain, the gay red poppies dance, Unheeding splintered gun or broken lance?

Deep in the green-wood, shadow-laced, and still, What is it you have found, by fern-bed and by rill?

What by each hollow--and each little hill?

-- When o'er the sky the driven smoke-clouds flee, And through a dusky veil look down fearfully-- What do you find adrift upon the sea?

In the great mountains where the four winds blow,-- Where the King's cavalry, and his foot-soldiers go-- What have you seen beneath the shifting snow?