Hanging heavy in the evening,
From a sky of periwinkle,
Giant glowing Chinese lantern,
Perfect round and sanguine moon.
Climbing up the silken sky-thread,
Rising in a purple gloaming,
Lighted like a goblin fire...
Perfect round, the ochre moon.
Floating up and to the southward
On a sea of navy twilight,
In the starring sky, a pancake
Perfect round and yellow moon.
High above the black horizon,
Ring'd with greenish fairy-halo,
Pallid orb of eerie whiteness,
Perfect round, the elfish moon.