Away we goöand what care we For treasons, tumults, and for wars? We are as calm in our delight As is the crescent moon so bright Among the scattered stars.

-Wordsworth,William
  'Peter Bell', prologue, stanza 5 (published1819).

   An open place it was, and overlooked, From high, the sullen water far beneath, On which a dull red image of the moon Lay bedded, changing oftentimes its form Like an uneasy snake.

-Wordsworth,William
^1805  The Prelude, bk.6, l.703^7 (published1850).

From my pillow, looking forth by light Of moon or favouring stars, I could behold The antechapel where the statue stood Of Newton with his prism and silent face, The marble index of a mind for ever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought alone. 925

-Wordsworth,William
^1805  The Prelude, bk.3, l.58^63 (published1850).

The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves, The brilliant moon and all the milky sky, And all that famous harmony of leaves, Has blotted out man's image and his cry.

-Yeats,W(illiam) B(utler)
  'The Sorrow of Love', stanza1. Collected inThe Rose (1893).

And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.

-Yeats,W(illiam) B(utler)
  'The Song of Wandering Aengus', l.21^4. Collected in The Wind Among the Reeds (1899).