Sara Teasdale’s slightly modified poetry beautifully details the allure of our open meetings!

"Eight O'Clock"
Supper comes at five o’clock,
 At six, the evening star,
Bwog’s open meeting comes at nine o’clock—
 But nine o’clock is far.

How could I bear my pain all day
 Unless I watched to see
The clock-hands laboring to bring
 Nine o’clock to me.

The moon is a curving flower of gold,
The sky is still and blue;
The moon was made for the sky to hold,
And Bwog for you;

The moon is a flower without a stem,
The sky is luminous;
Eternity was made for them,
To-night for us.

Sara Teasdale via Wikimedia Commons