Poem by Arthur Guiterman

Nocturne

The three-toed tree-toad
Sings his sweet ode
To the moon;
The funny bunny
And his honey
Trip in tune.
The gentle cricket
From his thicket
Lifts his croon;
A love-lorn owlet
Of his fowlet
Begs a boon.
Across the water
To her daughter
Calls the loon;
A happy froglet
From his boglet
Chants his rune.
The yellow hound-dog
And the brown dog
Bay the 'coon;
The chipmunk dozes
Where the rose's
Leaves are strewn;
All through the night-time
Till the bright time
Comes, too soon,
The three-toed tree-toad
Sings his sweet ode
To the moon.

1. Rags and Robes
2. Sex
3. Going to Dover
4. In the Hospital
5. The Phlebotomous Flea

Eugene O'Neill Nocturne ("The sunset gun booms out in hollow roar") 1910

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