“Behind the western bars
The shrouded day retreats,
And unperceived the stars
Steal to their sovran seats.

And whiter grows the foam,
The small moon lightens more;
And as I turn me home,
My shadow walks before.”

“So it's home again, and home again, America for me!
My heart is turning home again, and there I long to be,
In the land of youth and freedom beyond the ocean bars,
Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars!”

“one pierced moment whiter than the rest

-turning from the tremendous lie of sleep
i watch the roses of the day grow deep.”

“Seek for a shadow that drifts before a cloud that hides the moon; grope in the dark for a cobra; follow a mist that steals out of the swamp at midnight.”

“I don't grow up. In me is the small child of my early days.”

“My light shall be the moon
And my path, the ocean.
My guide, the morning star
As I sail home to you.”

“And if I ever lose my hands,
Lose my power, lose my land.
Oh, if I ever lose my hands,
Ooh, I won't have to work no more.And if I ever lose my eyes,
If my colors all run dry.
Yes, if I ever lose my eyes,
Ooh, I won't have to cry no more.Yes, I'm bein' followed by a moon shadow,
Moon shadow, moon shadow.
Leapin' and hoppin' on a moon shadow,
Moon shadow, moon shadow.”

“Back of my forehead I feel tonight
A whole sky full of stars. Under
a western moon.
Life is indeed lovely!”

“I turned and faced the Olympians.
"We need a shroud," I announced, my voice cracking. "A shroud for the son of Hermes.”

“The moon sets and the eastern sky lightens, the hem of night pulling away, taking stars with it one by one until only two are left.”