Shine, O Eternal Light!

Thy beauty haunts me heart and soul,

Oh, thou fair Moon, so close and bright;

~ William H Davies







On The Moon
  ~ Jonathan Swift

I with borrowed silver shine,
What you see is none of mine.


First I show you but a quarter,
Like the bow that guards the Tartar:

Then the half, and then the whole,
Ever dancing round the pole.

What will raise your admiration,
I am not one of God's creation,

But sprung (and I this truth maintain),
Like Pallas, from my father's brain.

And after all, I chiefly owe
My beauty to the shades below.

Most wondrous forms you see me wear,
A man, a woman, lion, bear,

A fish, a fowl, a cloud, a field,
All figures heaven or earth can yield;

Like Daphne sometimes in a tree;
Yet am not one of all you see.

An Eclipse of the Moon

~ Walter Savage Landor

Struggling, and faint, and fainter didst thou wane,
O Moon! and round thee all thy starry train
Came forth to help thee, with half-open eyes,
And trembled every one with still surprise,
That the black Spectre should have dared assail
Their beauteous queen and seize her sacred veil.

This Little One Takes Our Blues Away...

Go you and, with such glorious hues,

Live with proud peacocks in green parks;

On lawns as smooth as shining glass,

Let every feather show its marks;

Get thee on boughs and clap thy wings

Before the windows of proud kings.

Nay, lovely Bird, thou art not vain;

Thou hast no proud, ambitious mind;

I also love a quiet place

That’s green, away from all mankind;

A lonely pool, and let a tree

Sigh with her bosom over me.

~ William Henry Davies

Common Kingfisher has been bestowed some of the brightest colours & hues - more than enough to make poet out of anyone. A resident bird in India, it is widely found close to coastal areas & waterbodies. As the name suggests, this little packet of energy, calmly perches or sometimes hovers at a little height, before diving into the water to catch its prey.