"Half moon! Look Daddy, half moon!"

Blake's sheer delight and emphatic pointing upon catching sight of the moon is a highlight of any time we get to spend in the backyard at twilight. It's Poetry Month, so I'm trying to find some verses to read to the kids at bedtime. This Keats (A Prophecy, which starts "Tis the witching hour of night, orbed is the moon and bright") made me think of the boy, so it'll make the cut:

The Letters and Poems of John Keats By John Keats, Richard Monckton Milnes Houghton