Soon as the evening
shades prevail,
The Moon takes up
the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the
listening Earth
Repeats the story
of her birth:
Whilst all the stars
that round her burn,
And all the planets,
in their turn,
Confirm the tidings
as they roll,
And spread the truth
from pole to pole.
Joseph Addison
From upland slopes
I see the cows file by,
Lowing, great-chested,
down the homeward trail,
By dusting fields
and meadow shining pale
With moon tipped
dandelions. Flickering high,
A peevish night-hawk
in the western sky
Beats up into the
lucent solitude's.
Or drops with grinding
wing. The still woods
Grow dark and deep,
and gloom mysteriously.
Cool night winds creep,
and whisper in mine ear.
The homely cricket
gossips at my feet.
From far-off pools
and wastes of reeds I hear,
Clear and soft piped,
the chanting frogs break sweet
In full Pandean chorus,
One by one
Shine out the stars,
and the great night comes on.
Archibald Lampman
