Poetry Sunday: The Moon by William Henry Davies
There is a full moon tonight. A supermoon, in fact, the biggest and brightest full moon of the year. Its traditional name is the Full Cold Moon because it heralds the coming of winter.
If it is a cloudless night where you are, go outside and enjoy the beauty of the "fair Moon, so close and bright."
by William Henry Davies
Thy beauty haunts me heart and soul,
Oh, thou fair Moon, so close and bright;
Thy beauty makes me like the child
That cries aloud to own thy light:
The little child that lifts each arm
To press thee to her bosom warm.
Though there are birds that sing this night
With thy white beams across their throats,
Let my deep silence speak for me
More than for them their sweetest notes:
Who worships thee till music fails,
Is greater than thy nightingales.