She gave us a terrific hunter's moon last night.
"A touch of cold in the Autumn night -
I walked abroad,
And saw the ruddy moon leaning over a hedge
Like a red-faced farmer.
I did not stop to speak, but nodded,
And round about were the wistful stars
With white faces like town children."
(T.E.Hulme)
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