，withhisthatchedcottageandnarrowslipofground，，thegrass-plotbeforethedoor，thelittleflower-bedborderedwithsnugbox，thewoodbinetrainedupagainstthewall，andhangingitsblossomsaboutthelattice，thepotofflowersinthewindow，theholly，providentlyplantedaboutthehouse，tocheatwinterofitsdreariness，andtothrowinasemblanceofgreensummertocheerthefireside：allthesebespeaktheinfluenceoftaste，flowingdownfromhighsources，，aspoetssing，delightstovisitacottage，itmustbethecottageofanEnglishpeasant.
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，confidentharvestmoonsinautumn;shy，mistymoonsinspring;lonely，，likefinemusic，excitedmyheartandthencalmedmysoul.
.Theyknewthatevery29daysitbecamefull-belliedandbrilliant，thensickenedanddied，’spatternsfromexperiencemusthavebeenaprofoundthing.
Butwe，wholiveindoors，，.
Still，，hugeandyellowoverthehorizon，wecan’.
，，，，therisingmoon，hugeandredandgrotesquelymisshapenbythedustandsweatofthesummeratmosphere，loomedupoutofthewoods.
Distortedthusbythehotbreathofearth，，，toorange，togold，，forasitrose，，fullchestedandroundandthecolorofivory，，reassuredthatthiswasthefamiliarmoon，.
，wemustslipintoanolder，，.
Moonlightshowsusnoneoflife’，，moredrawntoourfeelings.
，Iwatchedthemoonforanhourortwo，andthengotbackintothecar，turnedthekeyintheignitionandheardtheenginestart，.
’smoon，enormousandgoldoverthehorizon，fillingthenightwithvision.
Anowlswoopsfromtheridgetop，’sMoonlightSonataandofShakespeare，whoseLorenzodeclaimsinTheMerchantofVenice，“Howsweetthemoonlightsleepsuponthisbank！/Herewillwesitandletthesoundsofmusic/Creepinourears.”Iwonderiftheirverseandmusic，likethemusicofcrickets，，mycitifiedconfusionsmeltintothequietofthenight.
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Atmoonrise，asweslowourmindstothepaceoftheheavens，，acrossthedistances，murmursofancienthunterandseeanewthevisionsofpoetsandloversoflongago.
