Normale Version: Night-Scenes - 2. The Moon
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The Moon

In her serene and solemn loveliness
She loketh down, and meets a human gaze:
Her fair familiar face, through the thin haze
Of dewy night, revealth not the less

Her pure and perfect beauty. Fairy Moon,
Thy pearly finger silvereth the paper
Whereon I write: small need of lamp, or taper,
In this starred midnight’s haunted hour of noon.

And O, the heaven-touched radiance of thy brow
Is like a dream of poetry, enchanting
All the dark depths of my lone heart, beating

With one bright vision of the past, that now
Shines seraph-like, all sanctified and sainted.
But for that spiritual presence, O how oft my heart had fainted!