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SPRING NIGHT by ELLEN MAGRATH CARROLL

First Line: PALE MOON-SHAFTS STRIKE THE SWIFTLY GREENING HILLS
Last Line: NOR BE ENGULFED IN FIERCE RED FIRE OF DAY!
Subject(s): NIGHT; BEDTIME;
Pale moon-shafts strike the swiftly greening hills,
Here winds a luring flower-fragrant path;
Let us be brave and dare the pigmy wrath
Of tiny wood folk. Sparkling silver spills
In ever widening, always shimmering rills;
O, I would see it softly garment you,
Turn your bright eyes to dancing flames, ice-blue,
Wrap you about till mystic beauty fills

My vision with supreme exquisiteness.
Humbly I stand before your moon-wrought grace,
The fragile pureness of your hands I press,
And touch in reverence your white rose face.
O tender, shining hour, would you might stay,
Nor be engulfed in fierce red fire of day!



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