The moon is up, the stars are bright.
the wind is fresh and free!
We're out to seek the gold tonight
across the silver sea!
The world was growing grey and old:
break out the sails again!
We're out to see a Realm of Gold
beyond the Spanish Main.
We're sick of all the cringing knees,
the courtly smiles and lies
God, let Thy singing channel breeze
lighten our hearts and eyes!
Let love no more be bought and sold
for earthly loss or gain;
We're out to seek an Age of Gold
beyond the Spanish Main.
Beyond the light of far Cathay,
beyond all mortal dreams,
Beyond the reach of night and day
Our El Dorado gleams,
Revealing - as the skies unfold -
A star without a stain,
The Glory of the Gates of Gold
beyond the Spanish Main.
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The Moon Is Up
From guest Pearl Gennaro (contact)
I was evacuated to Bedford during WWII and learned this in school about 1943. I was about 12 or 13, I am now 77 but I still remember it. -
The Moon Is Up
From guest Carole Selby (contact)
I recited this poem at school 50 years ago and won praise from a very strict and stern teacher. I have not been able to find it again. I too thought it was called El Dorado. I found it a very stirring poem which exited me. -
The Moon is up
From guest Elizabeth Stewart (contact)
I always thought it was called El Dorado at least in the UK. My mother told me it as a small child,and I read it myself. I can feel the wind in the sails and the joy to be free in the words, very uplifting. -
The Moon is Up
From guest Margaret Tyrrell (contact)
I, too, learnt this poem as a child - about age 13, in the early 1960's. I always thought its title was El Dorado, and, like another contributor, was surprised to learn its true author. -
Adventure Anyone?
Clearly Alfred Noyes was no couch potato!
Cheerily,
Charley Noble -
Choral Song
This poem was set to music and I sang it in my 9th-grade chorus. I heard a recording of it once on the radio and am looking for any link to where I might find a recording.
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MikeB -
The moon is up the stars are bright; Poem.
From guest Godfrey Walters (contact)
I learned this poem during school. I am 67 years old This poem was written long before 2004! Unless there is another poem that starts the same way. Actually I thought it was an Alfred Tennyson poem but of course that is what my memory said. -
Bravo!
This is a wonderfully evocative poem, full of splendor and wonder!
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