The round moon hangs above the rim Of silent and blue shadowed trees, And all the earth is vague and dim In its blue veil of mysteries. On such a night one must believe The Golden Age returns again With lyric beauty, to retrieve The world from dreariness and pain. And down the wooded aisles, behold What dancers through the dusk appear! Piping their rapture as of old, They bring immortal freedom near. A moment on the brink of night They tread their transport in the dew, And to the rhythm of their delight, Behold, all things are made anew! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENGLAND (2) by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE AMORETTI: 68 by EDMUND SPENSER TO MRS. MARISSAL by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE MISSISSIPPI RIVER (DEDICATED TO MISS ELLA F. KENNEDY) by SARA S. BASHEFKIN LIVE IN THE PRESENT by SARAH KNOWLES BOLTON TO SHAKESPEARE'S MOTHER by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE THE NEWCASTLE APOTHECARY by GEORGE COLMAN THE YOUNGER |