Our family spent the evening outside watching the super moon/blood moon/lunar eclipse. It was a perfect autumn eve, balmy and bug-free, just right for moon-gazing. The lunar display did not disappoint, being both beautiful and eerie. Nor will it happen again until 2033. This poem is one of Mrs. Owl's favorites.
By Eugene Field (1910)
To the fairy voices calling,
For the moon is high in the misty sky
And the honey dew is falling;
To the midnight feast in the clover bloom
The bluebells are a-ringing,
And it's "Come away to the land of fay"
That the katydid is singing.
Oh, slumber, little Dear-My-Soul,
And hand in hand we'll wander--
Hand in hand to the beautiful land
Of Balow, away off yonder;
Or we'll sail along in a lily leaf
Into the white moon's halo
Over a stream of mist and dream
Into the land of Balow.
Or, you shall have two beautiful wings
Two gossamer wings and airy,
And all the while shall the old moon smile
And think you a little fairy;
And you shall dance in the velvet sky,
And the silvery stars shall twinkle
And dream sweet dreams as over their beams
Your footfalls softly tinkle.
*This poem is in the public domain.
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