The keen stars were twinkling, And the fair moon was rising among them, Dear Jane! The guitar was tinkling, But the notes were not sweet till you sung them Again. As the moon's soft splendour O'er the faint cold starlight of Heaven Is thrown, So your voice most tender To the strings without soul had then given Its own. The stars will awaken, Though the moon sleep a full hour later, To-night; No leaf will be shaken Whilst the dews of your melody scatter Delight. Though the sound overpowers, Sing again, with your dear voice revealing A tone Of some world far from ours, Where music and moonlight and feeling Are one. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARNOLD [VON] WINKELRIED by JAMES MONTGOMERY ROLL-CALL by NATHANIEL GRAHAM SHEPHERD EMPTYING ASHES by MAXWELL ANDERSON LULLABY IN BETHLEHEM by HENRY HOWARTH BASHFORD THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: SEE-SAW by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |