By Sara Teasdale ReadOasis Step 2 Creative Commons Photo by Vinoth Chandar   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, Though mother said I might. Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933) was an American poet. She grew up ...