Sara Teasdale — Two Songs for a Child

        I           Grandfather's Love They said he sent his love to me,    They wouldn't put it in my hand, And when I asked them where it was    They said I couldn't understand. I thought they must have hidden it,    I hunted for it all the day, And when I told them so at night    They smiled and turned their heads away. They say that love is something kind,    That I can never see or touch. I wish he'd sent me something else,    I like his cough-drops twice as much.         II                 The Kind Moon I think the moon is very kind    To take such trouble just for me. He came along with me from home    To keep me company. He went as fast as I could run;    I wonder how he crossed the sky? I'm sure he hasn't legs and feet    Or any wings to fly. Yet here he is above their roof;    Perhaps he thinks it isn't right For me to go so far alone,    Tho' mother said I might.