What counsel has the hooded moon
Put in thy heart, my shyly sweet,
Of Love in ancient plenilune,
Glory and stars beneath his feet —
A sage that is but kith and kin
With the comedian Capuchin?
Believe me rather that am wise
In disregard of the divine,
A glory kindles in those eyes
Trembles to starlight. Mine, O Mine!
No more be tears in moon or mist
For thee, sweet sentimentalist.
What Counsel Has the Hooded Moon
by James Joyce
God made the two great lights: the greater light to govern the day, the smaller light to govern the night, and the stars. And so she has been since the beginning, silently watching; witness to the light piercing the dark night as men followed and journeyed in wonderment.
Photograph courtesy of Gordon Nichol