[Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was a commanding figure in the cultural life of nineteenth-century America. Born in Portland, Maine, in 1807, he became a national literary figure by the 1850s, and a world- famous personality by the time of his death in 1882.]
DAYLIGHT & MOONLIGHT
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
Portland, Maine
In broad daylight, and at noon,
Yesterday I saw the moon
Sailing high, but faint and white,
As a school-boy's paper kite.
In broad daylight, yesterday,
I read a Poet's mystic lay;
And it seemed to me at most
As a phantom, or a ghost.
But at length the feverish day
Like a passion died away,
And the night, serene and still,
Fell on village, vale, and hill.
Then the moon, in all her pride,
Like a spirit glorified,
Filled and overflowed the night
With revelations of her light.
And the Poet's song again
Passed like music through my brain;
Night interpreted to me
All its grace and mystery


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My favourite of his is "The Day is Done". I wasn't actually familiar with this one, but I agree with Gaedith: the moon is an awesome icon.
Were I financially secured and not having to work, you would find my butt in a log cabin somewhere among Maine's western mountains and foothills.