Moonrise

Venus now re-assembles her Choirs of Virgins at Moon-rise, and leads the Ball.

Shooting, hunting, and cricket, were pursued with the eagerness of laborious occupations: often has he rambled about from day-break to moon-rise, in search of game; and then returned to Mr. ONiel’s, pale with fatigue, and sick with fasting.

Weena, I was glad to find, was fast asleep. I carefully wrapped her in my jacket, and sat down beside her to wait for the moonrise.

1909, Edith Wharton, “The Mortal Lease” V, in Artemis to Actaeon and Other Verse, New York: Scribner’s, p. 41, Do I not know, some wingèd things from far Are borne along illimitable night To dance their lives out in a single flight Between the moonrise and the setting star?

Rain on Rahoon falls softly, softly falling Where my dark lover lies. Sad is his voice that calls me, sadly calling At grey moonrise.

Moonrise over the hills above Settle.

“Guess what? We got another message from our hostess. "My staff has prepared a traditional hunt for all of you shortly after moonrise."” “Ooh.” “"In the meantime, please enjoy this art show of recent oil paintings." [laughs]”