Walt Whitman Said It So Much Better Than I Could

Mom and I were sitting outside on the porch a little while ago when we saw a little bit of light behind the roof of a recently-built apartment house across the street.  It was the moon coming up.
I murmured, "Lo! The moon ascending."  
When I came back inside, I Googled those words so that I could read the rest of Walt Whitman's poem.


" 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.