Look Down Fair Moon
Look down fair moon and bathe this scene,
pour softly down night's nimbus floods on faces ghastly, swollen, purple,
on the dead on their backs with arms toss'd wide,
pour down your unstinted nimbus sacred moon.
Walt Whitman (1819-1892), Leaves of Crass
No sun - no moon!
No sun - no moon!
No morn - no noon
No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day.
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds.
November!
Thomas Hood (1799-1845)
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