In broad daylight, and at noon, <br />Yesterday I saw the moon <br />Sailing high, but faint and white, <br />As a schoolboy's paper kite. <br /> <br />In broad daylight, yesterday, <br />I read a poet's mystic lay; <br />And it seemed to me at most <br />As a phantom, or a ghost. <br /> <br />But at length the feverish day <br />Like a passion died away, <br />And the night, serene and still, <br />Fell on village, vale, and hill. <br /> <br />Then the moon, in all her pride, <br />Like a spirit glorified, <br />Filled and overflowed the night <br />With revelations of her light. <br /> <br />And the Poet's song again <br />Passed like music through my brain; <br />Night interpreted to me <br />All its grace and mystery.<br /><br />Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daylight-and-moonlight/
