February 21, 2008 06:57 PM EST
(Updated: March 03, 2008 01:01 PM EST)
The lunar eclipse over Indianapolis.
(1) The Moon tinted red during the lunar eclipse.
(2) Slightly closer look.
(3) As the moon began to shine again.
| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833-1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837-1895. 1895. |
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| A Blood-Red Ring Hung round the Moon |
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| John E. Logan (b. 1852) |
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| | | A BLOOD-RED ring hung round the moon, | | | Hung round the moon. Ah me! Ah me! | | | I heard the piping of the Loon, | | | A wounded Loon. Ah me! | | | And yet the eagle feathers rare, | 5 | | I, trembling, wove in my brave's hair. | | | | | He left me in the early morn, | | | The early morn. Ah me! Ah me! | | | The feathers swayed like stately corn, | | | So like the corn. Ah me! | 10 | | A fierce wind swept across the plain, | | | The stately corn was snapped in twain. | | | | | They crushed in blood the hated race, | | | The hated race. Ah me! Ah me! | | | I only clasped a cold, blind face, | 15 | | His cold, dead face. Ah me! | | | A blood-red ring hangs in my sight, | | | I hear the Loon cry every night. |
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