Oh Beautiful Moon
Did you see the moon this weekend? The full-bodied and absolutely perfect moon? It has inspired a moon themed blog post of the Pre-Raphaelite variety:
A Match With The Moon
WEARY already, weary miles to-night
I walked for bed: and so, to get some ease,
I dogged the flying moon with similes.
And like a wisp she doubled on my sight
In ponds; and caught in tree-tops like a kite;
And in a globe of film all liquorish
Swam full-faced like a silly silver fish;—
Last like a bubble shot the welkin’s height
Where my road turned, and got behind me, and sent
My wizened shadow craning round at me,
And jeered, “So, step the measure,—one two three!”
And if I faced on her, looked innocent.
But just at parting, halfway down a dell,
She kissed me for good-night. So you’ll not tell.
Is The Moon Tired? She Looks So Pale
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.
Beautiful words and images! The full Moon was beautiful, though I only caught a glimpse of her through the clouds.
Wonderful paintings, but my favourite Pre-Raphaelite moon is still Luna by Evelyn De Morgan.
This is soooo beautiful. This full moon filled me with dreaming emotions, so perfect that you’ve created a blog theme on that:) Thank you!