The moonlight and the leaves, Bells, these, With tongues of silence; Chiming in silver, violet and green; Ringing, rising, then falling on The ground, Set to weaving shadow-sounds With the dark threads of sleep. Like liquid gems pouring to a measure Of perfume, With shades of lavender tunes; A dream-music of soundless sounds. More than silence and sleep, This bell melody Of light, of air, and leaf, Played by moon-bedimmed stars; As corals in the deeps of a sea Making Pearl-harmonies with emerald tones, To the cadence of an Eternal Dream. Ah! more than Eternal Dream, This moment, A silver, silent tintinnabulation Of the bells of moonlight and leaf. |