Thursday, April 7, 2011

The Moon by William Henry Davis


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

-

16 comments:

Sylvia K said...

Awesome capture of the moon and the words couldn't be more beautiful or fitting! Superb! Have a wonderful weekend!

Sylvia

Carver said...

Wonderful shot of the moon and a great poem to accompany it.

Steffi said...

Wow...what a great shot of the moon and nice poem!Thank you for sharing and have a nice weekend!

Gabriela Abalo said...

Bravo!!!

Beautiful shot!

Joyful said...

It is an awesome and beautiful thing ;-)

Michael and Hanne said...

Congratulations! Your photo is exceptional!

syel said...

wow! love the photo and the poem too! :)

Clueless in Boston said...

Beautiful moon shot.

Smalltown RN said...

OH my goodness...what a glorious moon...wow you have captured it so well....

slim said...

Simply beautiful!

Liz said...

Terrific capture!

Liz @ A Simple Life

ladyfi said...

Wow wow wow! What a magical moon shot!

Rambling Round said...

Great way to begin Skywatch! Fantastic moon shot and beautiful verses to go with it.

LauraX said...

Magnificent...I love the red at the corner of the photo...such a lovely surprise of color.

Rajlakshmi said...

beautiful capture... looks so serene and mystical :) complemented by wonderful verses.

forgetmenot said...

Amazing shot of the moon--too beautiful. And, the monarch butterfly photos are wonderful--I'll be back to check out other posts. Very nice. Mickie :)