The moon has cast a spell upon my garden; Wherever she has laid her cool white fingers The flowers all yield to her enchantress' sway, Lilies have added cubits to their stature -- For see how long now are their slender shadows Stretching so black across the shining way! The petals of the columbines and roses And the blue lupins all are touched with silver -- Each pansy's face has lost its look of fun. But strangest is the spell upon my fountain; No naiad is it now, but a young gambler, Tossing up shining pennies one by one. And very deep appears its shallow basin -- As deep as is the moss that holds my footprints -- And all its fish seem carven, stone-like things; While for the song these waters sang at morning, Tinkling in happy chorus with the thrushes, Prevails a stillness, as of muted strings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MERCY OF LAZARUS by STEPHEN DOBYNS LET ME NOT HATE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO J. D. H. (KILLED AT SURREY C. H., OCTOBER, 1866) by SIDNEY LANIER SONG FOR THE FIRST OF THE MONTH by DOROTHY PARKER DOCTOR OF BILLIARDS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON CLARK STREET BRIDGE by CARL SANDBURG |