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


♥ Braja said…
Grace and mystery....sounds like you my lovely :)))
jinksy said…
'a Poet's mystic lay' - I love it!
Derrick said…
Hello Kathleen,

A very appropriate subject for this moon-landing anniversary!
Janie said…
Lovely poem, and a beautifully framed moon to go with it.
Even with tresspassers she retains her grace and mystery.
Makes me think of Little Nut Brown Hare and Big Nut Brown Hare:"I love you to the moon...and back."

Thanks for today!!!!
Pyzahn said…
Tonight is the solar eclipse. Big energy shift.
♥ Boomer ♥ said…
Very nice combination!!!!!!!!!
Kathleen said…
Braja: Ah, you just made my day, er, night?

Jinksy: Clever, eh?

Derrick: Thank you. My eldest and I argued about the veracity of the moon landing last night, and I decided in the end, a poem was the best punctuation!

Janie: Thank you! I can't believe my lucky stars to have been in the right spot at the right time to get that shot.

DBSO: She does indeed. Small step for man, insignificant step for Sister Moon.

JGW: Such love!

Pyzahn: Perhaps why your mojo is back?

Boomer: Thank you kindly! I always appreciate your comments!

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