adventuresofalgy:Algy and his little green dragon friend were feeling the debilitating effects of th

adventuresofalgy:

Algy and his little green dragon friend were feeling the debilitating effects of their long and arduous flight across the plains of Patadragonia, and they agreed that they could travel no further that night.

So once the excitement of the magical shooting star had passed, they simply settled down in the longest patch of dry grass they could find nearby, and snuggled up together to wait out the long, cold night.

Before long, a magnificent full moon glided silently up from behind the mountain tops and gradually flooded the landscape with its ghostly luminescence. The dragon seemed blithely impervious to the bright light and was soon rumbling happily in its sleep, but Algy found that he simply could not fall asleep on such a white night. So, hugging the dragon tightly for warmth, he half dozed in the moonlight, sometimes wondering where he would go if the dragon set off to join a circus, and sometimes reciting poetry quietly to himself:

The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
A Night or two ago—
And now she turns Her perfect Face
Upon the World below—

Her Forehead is of Amplest Blonde—
Her Cheek—a Beryl hewn—
Her Eye unto the Summer Dew
The likest I have known—

Her Lips of Amber never part—
But what must be the smile
Upon Her Friend she could confer
Were such Her Silver Will—

And what a privilege to be
But the remotest Star—
For Certainty She take Her Way
Beside Your Palace Door—

Her Bonnet is the Firmament—
The Universe—Her Shoe—
The Stars—the Trinkets at Her Belt—
Her Dimities—of Blue—

[Algy is quoting the poem The Moon was but a Chin of Gold by the 19th century American poet Emily Dickinson.]