John Crome, Moonlight on the Yare (1817)
Moonlight on the Yare, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Rowing westward into the setting moon,
Each oar cuts into the river faintly.
Precious quiet time will be over soon,
The sun will be felt on my face shortly.
My head is much clearer in the moonlight,
Giving time to think of things of import.
Its hazy glow supports the things I might,
Unlike the Sun’s fire which tends to distort.
I put the oars at rest to hear the sound,
And purposely forestall my journey’s end.
Nameless creatures their music does abound,
Each note absorbed with a smile as I wend.
The glow of moonlight now yields to sunlight.
Boat secured, looking forward to tonight.