Poems On Moon

From The Rime of the Acient Mariner The moving Moon went up the sky. And nowhere did abide; Softly she was going up, And a star or two besideBy Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834)

TO THE MOON Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different birth, And ever changing, like a Joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy? By Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)

Hey diddle diddle, The cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon; The little dog laughed to see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon. -A nursery rhyme from the 1700's

Is the moon tired? she looks so pale Within her misty veil: She scales the sky from east to west, And takes no rest. Before the coming of the night The moon shows papery white; Before the dawning of the day She fades away. From Sing-Song by Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

DEFEATED BY LOVE The sky was lit by the splendor of the moon So powerful I fell to the ground Your love has made me sure I am ready to forsake this worldly life and surrender to the magnificence of your Being - Rumi -- Thanks Anna

We'll Go No More A-Roving Though the night was made for loving And the day returns too soon Yet we'll go no more a-roving By the light of the moon -Byron

0 Lady Moon, your horns point toward the east; Shine, be increased: 0 Lady Moon, your horns point toward the west; Wane, be at rest. From Sing-Song by Christina Rossetti

AT A LUNAR ECLIPSE Thy shadow, Earth, from Pole to Central Sea, Now steals along upon the Moon's meek shine In even monochrome and curving line Of imperturbable serenity. How shall I link such sun-cast symmetry With the torn troubled form I know as thine,

That profile, placid as a brow divine, With continents of moil and misery? And can immense Mortality but throw So small a shade, and Heaven's high human scheme Be hemmed within the coasts yon arc implies? Is such the stellar gauge of earthly show, Nation at war with nation, brains that teem, Heroes, and women fairer than the skies? By Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)

THE HALF MOON SHOWS A FACE OF PLAINTIVE SWEETNESS The half moon shows a face of plaintive sweetness Ready and poised to wax or wane; A fire of pale desire in incompleteness, Tending to pleasure or to pain:Lo, while we gaze she rolleth on in fleetness To perfect loss or perfect gain. Half bitterness we know, we know half sweetness; This world is all on wax, on wane: When shall completeness round time's incompleteness, Fulfilling joy, fulfilling pain?Lo, while we ask, life rolleth on in fleetness To finished loss or finished gain. By Christina Rossetti

I see the moon, The moon sees me God bless the moon, And God bless me. -A nursery rhyme

FULL MOON One night as Dick lay fast asleep, Into his drowsy eyes

A great still light began to creep From out the silent skies. It was the lovely moon's, for when He raised his dreamy head, Her surge of silver filled the pane And streamed across his bed. So, for a while, each gazed at eachDick and the solemn moonTill, climbing slowly on her way, She vanished, and was gone. By Walter de la Mare

Civile Conversation They make them believe, according to the Proverbe, that gloe wormes are lanterns, and that the moon is made of greene Cheese. -Stefano Guazzo, 1574

MOON'S ENDING Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill, In the dawn clouds flying, How good to go, light into light, and still Giving light, dying. By Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)

NEW MOON The new moon, of no importance lingers behind as the yellow sun glares and is gone beyond the sea's edge; earth smokes blue; the new moon, in cool height above the blushes, brings a fresh fragrance of heaven to our senses. By D.H. Lawrence (1885-1930)

I saw the new moon late yestreen, Wi' the auld moon in her arm: And if ye gang to sea, maister, I fear we'll suffer harm. From the anonymous Scottish ballad Sir Patrick Spens

Sleepyhead As I lay awake in the white moon light, I heard a faint singing in the wood, 'Out of bed, Sleepyhead, Put your white foot now, Here are we, Neath the tree Singing round the root now!' I looked out of window, in the white moon light, The trees were like snow in the wood-'Come away, Child, and play Light with the gnomies; In a mound, Green and round, That's where their home is. Honey sweet, Curds to eat, Cream and frumenty, Shells and beads, Poppy seeds, You shall have plenty.' But soon as I stooped in the dim moon light To put on my stocking and my shoes, The sweet sweet singing died sadly away, And the light of the morning peeped through: Then instead of the gnomies there came a red robin To sing of the buttercups and dew. - Walter de la Mare

Silver Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon; This way, and that, she peers, and sees Silver fruit upon silver trees; One by one the casements catch Her beams beneath the silvery thatch; Couched in his kennel, like a log, With paws of silver sleeps the dog; From their shadowy coat the white breasts peep Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep; A harvest mouse goes scampering by, With silver claws, and silver eye; And moveless fish in the water gleam, By silver reeds in a silver stream. - Walter de la Mare

Winter Clouded with snow The cold winds blow, And shrill on leafless bough The robin with its burning breast Alone sings now. The rayless sun, Day's journey done, Sheds its last ebbing light On fields in leagues of beauty spread Unearthly white. Thick draws the dark, And spark by spark, The frost-fires kindle, and soon Over that sea of frozen foam Floats the white moon. - Walter de la Mare -- Thanks To Bob Parks For The Suggestion Half Moon, Small Cloud

Caught out in daylight, a rabbit’s transparent pallor, the moon is paired with a cloud of equal weight: the heavenly congruence startles. For what is the moon, that it haunts us, this impudent companion immigrated from the system’s less fortunate margins, the realm of dust collected in orbs? We grow up as children with it, a nursemaid of a bonneted sort, round-faced and kind, not burning too close like parents, or too far to spare even a glance, like movie stars. No star but in the zodiac of stars, a stranger there, too big, it begs for love (the man in it) and yet is diaphanous, its thereness as mysterious as ours.