A NIGHT-PIECE
With a continuous cloud of texture close,
Heavy and wan, all whitened by the Moon,
Which through that veil is indistinctly seen,
A dull, contracted circle, yielding light
So feebly spread, that not a shadow falls, Chequering the ground--
from rock, plant, tree, or tower.
At length a pleasant instantaneous gleam Startles the pensive traveller while he treads
His lonesome path, with unobserving eye
Bent earthwards; he looks up--the clouds are split Asunder,--and above his head he sees
The clear Moon, and the glory of the heavens.
There, in a black-blue vault she sails along, Followed by multitudes of stars, that, small
And sharp, and bright, along the dark abyss
Drive as she drives: how fast they wheel away, Yet vanish not!--the wind is in the tree,
But they are silent;--still they roll along
Immeasurably distant; and the vault, Built round by those white clouds, enormous clouds,
Still deepens its unfathomable depth.
At length the Vision closes; and the mind, Not undisturbed by the delight it feels
Which slowly settles into peaceful calm, Is left to muse upon the solemn scene.
Indeed Industry Marches On ..........
*sighs* takes some moments in thoughts and then
wavess so long to a good thing !!
*Grins*
and Waits for The Next better One won't be long
and Waits for The Next better One won't be long
always ...In the City of New Babbage !!!
The Golden Compass Town Hall built by Young Master Loki Eliot
for New Babbage RFL 2007 july placed in NB aug 2007
taken down April 18th 2009
Comments
And who knows? As one strolls the streets of Babbage, one might think they still see the building, in bits, here and there... everything old becomes new again. *wink*
You too put it quite well . how lucky and blessed we are to call this wonderful place our Home .. the Streets of New Babbage !! .. (( insert a good dynamic riff of music here ))
twirlsssssssssssss away .....