Apollo 16 metric camera image of the Moon’s eastern limb and far side. The lower left part of the image shows a portion of the moon visible from Earth. The dark area at the 8:00 position on the edge is Mare Crisium. To the right of that is Mare Smythii. The upper right area shows the heavily cratered lunar far side. The Moon is 3475 km in diameter and North is at 10:30 in this image. (Apollo 16, AS16-3021)
A poem by Pat Collins to her husband on the eve of Apollo 11.
**To a Husband Who Must Seek the Stars**
In your eyes the first glad token
As when first our love we proved,
So your mind to mine has spoken
Just as if your lips had moved.
You are saying-- yes, I know-
That the lure of space beguiles.
You are pleading--"Let me go,"
Not unwilling, but with smiles.
Can you love me, and still choose
Whispers that I cannot hear?
Late to love, how can I bear to lose
Content for some inconstant sphere?
Tell me how you see my role-
To stay, to wait, yet yearn to go.
Where is the comfort for my soul?
You, my love, have helped me know:
I'll be unafraid, undaunted.
Yes of course! I need not face
Any peril; or be haunted
By the hazards you embrace.
I could have sought by wit or wile
Your bright dream to dim. And yet
If I'd swayed you with a smile
My reward would be regret.
So, for once, you shall not hear
Of the tears, unbidden, welling;
Or the nighttime stabs of fear.
These, this time, are not for telling.
Take my silence, though intended;
Fill it with the joy you feel.
Take my courage, now pretended--
You, my love, will make it real