Am meisten gelesen ▸
Bruce Ross
Lying on my back on the floor I look up through the tangle of trees to the last slice of the
luminous full moon. All that crowded my mind to the brim this especially busy day
vanished. And then the strange radiating burnished orange ball, so far away and yet so
close in all its strangeness.
lunar eclipse
all of the stars
so much brighter
Let there be an end
And all be done ;
Pass over, fair eclipse,
That hides the sun.
Dear face that shades the light
And shadows me,
Begone, and give me peace,
And set me free.
Struggling, and faint, and fainter didst thou wane,
O Moon! and round thee all thy starry train
Came forth to help thee, with half-open eyes,
And trembled every one with still surprise,
That the black Spectre should have dared assail
Their beauteous queen and seize her sacred veil