“Stood there in the moonlight – so much light from such a slender moon – and watched her dying like an October butterfly” — Phil Rickman Copy Share Image
Such a slender moon, going up and up, Waxing so fast from night to night, And swelling like an orange flower-bud, bright, Fated, methought, to round as to a golden cup, And hold to my two lips life's best of… — Jean Ingelow Copy Share Image
