THE full moon's mild and silvery light Is poured o'er field and flood; The crested waves are flashing bright, And silent stands the wood; For not a single leaf is stirred So still the summer air; Nor sound of wrong or strife is heard, To mar this scene so fair. Methinks by fairy feet is brushed The grass all wet with dew; Methinks all would not be so hushed To ears of favoured few; Yet, borne on air, there floats the voice Of the distant murmuring stream, How can my heart fail to rejoice In such a lovely scene? Yet ever 'mid this scene so fair, My heart still turns to thee; Feels, if thou wert but here to share, What joy 'twould bring to me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FEARS IN SOLITUDE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE SOUND OF THE TREES by ROBERT FROST FABLE; ROME, 1875 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH AMPHIPOLIS by ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA THE DEATH OF HAMPDEN by PAKENHAM THOMAS BEATTY |