THE moon shines white and silent On the mist, which, like a tide Of some enchanted ocean, O'er the wide marsh doth glide, Spreading its ghost-like billows Silently far and wide. A vague and starry magic Makes all things mysteries, And lures the earth's dumb spirit Up to the longing skies, -- I seem to hear dim whispers, And tremulous replies. The fireflies o'er the meadow In pulses come and go; The elm-trees' heavy shadow Weighs on the grass below; And faintly from the distance The dreaming cock doth crow. All things look strange and mystic, The very bushes swell And take wild shapes and motions, As if beneath a spell, -- They seem not the same lilacs From childhood known so well. The snow of deepest silence O'er everything doth fall, So beautiful and quiet, And yet so like a pall, -- As if all life were ended, And rest were come to all. O wild and wondrous midnight, There is a might in thee To make the charmed body Almost like spirit be, And give it some faint glimpses Of immortality! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HEROIC LOVE by JAMES GRAHAM (1612-1650) JAZZONIA by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES A PAUSE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE CANAL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN GHOSTS by MARION FRANCIS BROWN MOTHERS OF MEN by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR THE EMBARRASSING EPISODE OF LITTLE MISS MUFFET by GUY WETMORE CARRYL |