Disclaimer: Nanny and her mind, of course, are George MacDonald's. The thoughts inspired by her? Those are all mine.
I'll go to the moon and I'll take your hand,
Master of Paradise;
Far away, far away from my mud-spattered land
Under your shining eyes.
I know I've betrayed your high-flying way,
Left windows unwashed and Pandora's box open—
But you were the Washer in ancient days,
And you heal that which was broken.
Will you pick me up from my muddy fall?
Forgive me, Moon-keeper—I give you my all.