THE sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest.
And I must seek for mine.
The moon, like a flower
In heaven’s high bower,
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night.from “Night,” William Blake. (17571827)
“Okay, let’s see… In mellow-speak, that would be… ‘Oh, wow, look at the moon.'”
2 responses so far ↓
1 Joseph A. Jaffe // Dec 2, 2003 at 2:47 pm
Fire fire burning bright
In the forest of the night
Thanks for reminding me of Blake.
2 Inside looking out vs outside looking in // Apr 28, 2008 at 5:37 pm
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