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Brightly the moon beams her light from the sky
With her brightly lit servants, the stars, standing by.
     Brightly she shimmers on houses and trees
      And she searches out mice for the owl to seize.

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Brightly her beams touch the dark world of night
But a quiet, gentle tenderness comes with her light.
     Brightly her moonbeams’ soft silvery rays
     Place a sweet, lacy nightcap on summery days.

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Brightly she peers through your window and mine
As she lights up the room with her luminous shine.
    Her sparkling lights flicker on fast flowing streams
    As she kisses them softly with silvery beams.

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Brightly street lights blaze in city and town
And in these lights the moon's rays most certainly drown.
     Her rays may be lost, but look skyward and see -
     Yes, she’s still gently smiling at you and at me.

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Note the metre and rhyming scheme of this poem:

DACTYLIC TETRAMETER - ie DUM di di DUM di di DUM di di DUM di di, with rhyming aabb 

 

 

 

 

 

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