To the moon and back
Daylight and Moonlight
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In broad daylight, and at noon,
Yesterday I saw the moon
Sailing high, but faint and white
As a schoolboy's paper kite.
In broad daylight, yesterday,
I read a Poet's mystic lay;
And it seemed to me at most
As a phantom, or a ghost.
But at length the feverish day
Like a passion died away,
And the night, serene and still
Fell on village, vale, and hill.
Then the moon, in all her pride,
Like a spirit glorified
Filled and overflowed the night
With revelations of her light
And the Poet's song again
Passed like music through my brain,
Night interpreted to me
All its grace and mystery
Image by Kathleen Kimball-Baker