The Moon "Thy beauty haunts me heart and soul, Oh, thou fair Moon, so close and bright;" Do you think William Henry Davies wrote those words on a night like tonight, when the Moon is at its brights because it is so close? Tonight the Moon will be especially beautiful. The biggest and brightest full Moon of the year. The tug of the Moon will bring in the tides and they will be at their highest. Moving in a elliptical orbit the Moon has times when it is far off, or very near to us. Tonight is the closest it will be in 2010 and she will have a friend with her. "The moving Moon went up the sky. And nowhere did abide; Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside." (Coleridge (1772-1834) Tonight, a Friday night, it is not a star you see up next to the Moon it is Mars. Mars will be one of the brightest lights in the sky. The red planet has been missing from the nights sky for some time. This is because the Earth moves quicker then Mars around the Sun. So just as he Sun sets look to the eastern Sky and see them Climb together into the night, the Moon and her friend Mars.
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From The Rime of the Acient Mariner
The moving Moon went up the sky.
And nowhere did abide;
Softly she was going up,
And a star or two beside-
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834)
The Moon by William Henry Davies
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.
More pomes:
http://home.hiwaay.net/~krcool/Astro/moon/moonwords/moonpoems.htm
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/thematic_poems/moon_poems.html
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From The Rime of the Acient Mariner
The moving Moon went up the sky.
And nowhere did abide;
Softly she was going up,
And a star or two beside-
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834)
The Moon by William Henry Davies
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.
More pomes:
http://home.hiwaay.net/~krcool/Astro/moon/moonwords/moonpoems.htm
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/thematic_poems/moon_poems.html
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