poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Daylight And Moonlight

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.

Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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  • Michael WalkerMichael Walker (2/23/2020 10:21:00 PM)

    I like his thoughts about the moon, both by day and night. Often I see the moon
    in the daytime, when it does indeed look 'faint and white'.

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