(Yesterday, I revisited Li Bai's Drinking Alone Under The Moon. Picture - Morning Moon In Lucky Valley, Pahang.)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.
- Joseph Addison, in the "Spectator"
The moon is at her full, and riding high,
Floods the calm fields with light.
The airs that hover in the summer sky
Are all asleep to-night.
- William Cullen Bryant, The Tides
The silver light, which, hallowing tree and tower,
Sheds beauty and deep softness o'er the whole,
Breathes also to the heart, and o'er it throws
A loving languor which is not repose.
- Lord Byron
The moon's beauty
Is best appreciated in silence.
- Ghostwise
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the listening earth
Repeats the story of her birth.
- Joseph Addison, in the "Spectator"
The moon is at her full, and riding high,
Floods the calm fields with light.
The airs that hover in the summer sky
Are all asleep to-night.
- William Cullen Bryant, The Tides
The silver light, which, hallowing tree and tower,
Sheds beauty and deep softness o'er the whole,
Breathes also to the heart, and o'er it throws
A loving languor which is not repose.
- Lord Byron
The moon's beauty
Is best appreciated in silence.
- Ghostwise
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