<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536486" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Moonstruck</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have quarrelled with the Moon. I loved her once,<br>As all boys love one face supremely fair.<br>I had heard her praised, and I too, happy dunce,<br>Let my tongue wag and made her my heart's prayer.<br>My prayer! For what, great heaven? The midnight air<br>Seemed trembling in her presence, and those nuns<br>The worshipping host knelt round her, star and star,<br>And sobbed ``magnificat'' in antiphons.<br>She was my saint, queen, goddess. Then, one night,<br>Another face I saw, which, not a god's,<br>Moved me to dreams more sweet than reverence,<br>And we were near our bliss, when from the clouds<br>Her angry eyes looked down and drove us thence<br>Moonstruck and blind and robbed of our delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wilfrid+Scawen+Blunt">Wilfrid Scawen Blunt</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536486" data-title="Moonstruck de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="I have quarrelled with the Moon. I loved her once, As all boys love one face supremely fair. I had heard her praised, and I too, happy dunce, Let my tongue wag and made her my heart's prayer. My prayer! For what, great heaven? The midnight air See..."></div> </div> </div>

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