"Wading neck deep in a swamp, your revolver is neither use nor ornament until you have had time to clean it" Mary H. Kingsley (1897)

Moonstruck

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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.

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2 responses

  1. These images are stunning …. what is the building in the last image?

    January 25, 2011 at 10:20 am

    • It’s the local seminary chapel, Susan, a five minute walk from here.

      January 25, 2011 at 10:23 am

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