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Daylight And Moonlight
BS Bill Simmons ( / )

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.

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Comments (8)

Thank you everyone for your comments. Bill Simmons
The mighty oak I see outside It's roots are deep and long It will live a hundred years And bend when winds are strong What a beautiful metaphor for strength and endurance, to begin a poem upon lose and the difficulty of carrying on without the beloved, written with feelings emotions we can all identify with, with a last line ending like a haunting folk song. Loved the sentiments expressed within each stanza.
A nice poem, posted 7 yrs ago tho and no activity in..? ? ?
Very enjoyable poem, full of emotion that really shows through. Just one question: Didn't you mean that the memories STRETCH the nights so long? In any case, great poem and congrats on Poem of the Day!
some things don't kill you outright but make you stronger.
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