FULL MOON
One night as Dick lay half asleep,
Into his drowsy eyes
A great still light began to creep
From out the silent skies.
It was the lovely moon’s, for when
He raised his dreamy head,
Her surge of silver filled the pane
And streamed across his bed.
So, for a while, each gazed at each —
Dick and the solemn moon —
Till, climbing slowly on her way,
She vanished, and was gone.
-Walter de la Mare

A beautiful choice, thank you!
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That’s a lovely moon poem, GJ😘
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I like Walter de la Mare’s nice simple poems. This one is so appropriate for today…full Sturgeon Moon. That is why you posted it, right?
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Yes! First I saw the poem, and it made me wonder when the full moon is, and when I checked, I saw that it was that very day/night 🙂
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