" Lo! the moon ascending!
Up from the east, the silvery round moon;
Beautiful over the house tops, ghastly phantom moon;
Immense and silent moon."
I discovered that this verse is actually part of a longer poem, and seems a bit different when read in the context of the rest of that poem.
(Someday I'm going to read Leaves of Grass in its entirety.)
I have seen many sunrises, but I have very seldom seen a moonrise. And the fact that it was blue moon (the second full moon this month) made the event, for to me it was an event, an unexpected treat, even more special.