The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
“The full moon was rising, looking huge and pale, the black spots appearing like a wise man smiling. The moon followed me… — Prerna Varma Copy Share Image
“It would've been better to have slept & dreamed than to watch the night pass & the slow moon sink” — Diary of a Teenage Girl by Phoebe Gloekner Minnie Goetz Copy Share Image
