Every month I will be posting a poem or song in honor of the Full Moon. December marks a full year that I’ve been doing these. I feel really great about that and pleased that no only do I end 2011, I end it on a lunar eclipse. Wow! I hope the Gods are pleased by my monthly offerings, no matter how small they have been. I’ve been trying to think about what would be perfect for this occasion. In the end I’ve fallen back to the poet that I first fell in love with, Lord Byron. This is Solitude.
To sit on rocks, to muse o’er flood and fell,
To slowly trace the forest’s shady scene,
Where things that own not man’s dominion dwell,
And mortal foot hath ne’er or rarely been;
To climb the trackless mountain all unseen,
With the wild flock that never needs a fold;
Alone o’er steeps and foaming falls to lean;
This is not solitude, ’tis but to hold
Converse with Nature’s charms, and view her stores unrolled.But midst the crowd, the hurry, the shock of men,
To hear, to see, to feel and to possess,
And roam alone, the world’s tired denizen,
With none who bless us, none whom we can bless;
Minions of splendour shrinking from distress!
None that, with kindred consciousness endued,
If we were not, would seem to smile the less
Of all the flattered, followed, sought and sued;
This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
