THE sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest.
And I must seek for mine.
The moon, like a flower
In heaven’s high bower,
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night.from “Night,” William Blake. (17571827)
“Okay, let’s see… In mellow-speak, that would be… ‘Oh, wow, look at the moon.’”
“Doonesbury” translation of the above, May 16, 1979.