Jean Francois Millet The Sheepfold by Moonlight.

ASTRONOMICAL POETRY

THE HEART OF NIGHT
Bliss Carman (1861-1929)

When all the stars are sown
Across the night-blue space,
With the immense unknown,
In silence face to face.
We stand in speechless awe
While Beauty marches by,
And wonder at the Law
Which wears such majesty.
How small a thing is man
In all that world-sown vast,
That he should hope or plan
Or dream his dream could last!
O doubter of the light,
Confused by fear and wrong,
Lean on the heart of night
And let love make thee strong!
The Good that is the True
Is clothed with Beauty still.
Lo, in their tent of blue,
The stars above the hill!

 

ZODIAC

 What are the signs of Zodiac,

Marked in stars in Heaven's track?

 

In March a horn-ed Ram doth run
Between the visits of the sun.

 

April rides upon a Bull
Vigorous and beautiful.

 

The Twins we call the Gemini
May-month cradles in the sky.

 

In June the Crab goes crawling o'er
The spaces of the heavenly shore.

 

Where the Crab no longer creeps,
In July the Lion leaps.

 

Through August nights, like daisy-laden
Meadows, walks a Vestal Maiden.

 

September though it blows big gales,
Holds aloft a pair of Scales.

 

On October's map is shown
A star-bespangled Scorpion.

 

In November, kneeling low,
See, the Archer bends his bow.

 

December's frolic is a Goat
Bleating in his starry throat.

 

The Water-Carrier bears on high,
His jar in January's sky.

 

February brings a pair
Of Fish to swim in dark blue air.

 

These are the Signs of Zodiac,
Marking time in Heaven's track.

Eleanor Farjeon

 

UNIVERSE 

 The Universe is all the skies

Reaching far beyond your eyes.

 

The Universe is all the seas
Spreading in unseen degrees.

 

The Universe is all the earth
Besides the spot that gave you birth.

 

If you can with your small eye
Know one star in all the sky;

 

If, of all the seas there be,
From one beach you know the sea;

 

If, of all the land on earth,
You can know one meadow's worth;

 

You might do a great deal worse
To understand the Universe.

Eleanor Farjeon.

 

 

HYMN TO DIANA

Queen and huntress, chaste and fair
Now the sun is laid to sleep,
Seated in thy silver chair,
State in wonted manner keep;
Earth let not thy envious shade
Dare itself to interpose;
Cynthia's shining orb was made
Heaven to cheer when day did close.

 

Lay thy bow of pearl apart,
And thy crystal shining quiver;
Give unto the flying hart
Space to breath, how short soever:
Hesperus entreats thy light,
Goddess excellently bright:
Bless us then with wished sight
Thou that makes a day of night.

Ben Johnson

 

 

SKY JEWELS

Thousands of pin-pricks in the sky
Like diamonds sparkling bright,
Contrasting with the inky blue
And velvet depth of night.
Winking and blinking, shivering stars
Shining from distant place,
Just like a jewelled tapestry
Hung out in time and space.

It seems the ceiling of the world,
Designed by Artist’s hand,
Is studded with rare and precious gems
Numerous as the sand.
A canopy of silver lights
Above the world so high –
The jewel box of the Universe
Is scattered in the sky.

Kathleen Gillum


MOONLIGHT

The moon that sheds its gentle light,
Heralding the coming night;
Hills and trees in silhouette,
Now the sun, at last, has set.

Nocturnal creatures wake from sleep
And into wood and hedgerow creep,
A tranquil silence now descends,
That special time when daylight ends.

Wise old owls in barns survey
The silent passing of the day;
Bats unfurl and start to fly,
Clearly outlined in the sky.

Flowers close their petals neat
And to sweet repose retreat,
So a special spell is born,
Until dissolved by ‘morrow’s morn.

Brian Gent

 "ESCAPE AT BEDTIME":

The lights from the parlour and kitchen shone out
Through the blinds and the windows and bars;
And high overhead and all moving about,
There were thousands of millions of stars.

There ne'er were such thousands of leaves on a tree,
Nor of people in church or the Park,
As the crowds of the stars that looked down upon me,
And that glittered and winked in the dark.

The Dog, and the Plough, and the Hunter and all,
And the star of the sailor, and Mars,
These shone in the sky, and the pail by the wall
Would be half full of water and stars.

They saw me at last, and they chased me with cries,
And they soon had me packed into bed;
But the glory kept shining and bright in my eyes,
And the stars going round in my head.

Robert Louis Stevenson

 

 

THE SILENT PORTAL OF THE HOURS

Out from the silent portal of the hours,
When frosts are come and all the hosts put on
Their burnished gear to march across the night,
And o'er a darkened earth in splendour shine;
Slowly above the world Orion wheels
His glittering square, while on the shadowy hill
And throbbing like a sea-light through the dusk,
Great Sirius rises in his flashing blue.
Lord of the winter night, august and pure,
Returning year on year untouched by time,

Bliss Carmen.

 

 

SILVER 
 
Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep;
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws and a silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.
 
Walter de la Mare

 

 

SILVER - Walter de la Mare

Slowly, silently now, the Moon

Walks the night in her silver shoon;

This way and that, she peers, and sees

Silver fruit upon silver trees;

Crouched in his kennel, like a log

With paws of siver sleeps the dog;

From their shadowy cotes

The white breasts peep

Of doves in a sivery feathered sleep.

A harvest mouse goes scampering by,

With silver claw, and silver eye; 

And moveless fish in the water gleams

By silver reeds, in a silver stream. 

Moon seen over Falsgrave rooftops, in Scarborough UK. JUNE 28 at 23h 45 Local Time

"'MOON MAGIC' --- A poem by Pamela Tennant (I learned this, as a junior school child, at the Church of England Primary School in Normanton, West Yorkshire, England.

'One day when father and I had been
To sell our sheep at Berwick Green;
We reached the farmhouse late at night,
A great Moon rising round and bright.


Her strange beams shed on all around,
Bewitched the trees and streams and ground;
Changing the Willows beyond the stacks,
To Little old men with crouching backs.


Today the Sun was shining plain,
Theu all were Pollard willows again;
But at night, do you believe they're trees?
They're little old men with twisted knees!'

THE ZODIAC

The Ram, the Bull,and Heavenly Twins

And next the Crab, the Lion shines,

The Virgin and the Scales.

The Scorpion, Archer and Sea Goat,

the Man who pours the Water out,

And Fish with glittering scales!

THOUGHTS
by Cheryl Scheff
 
The tender night laid bare her stars;
No cosmic cunning could ignite
A shadowed deer from prying eyes of flying fox, with crescent moon ear:
Nymphs danced in delight on open page.
The book of woodland wisdom had come of age.

FOX IN THE STARS / MELUSEENA
The Art work of Lisa Falzon.
Thank you Cheryl and Lisa for the words and the beautiful Art work.