I saw two stars there walking hand in hand. Like lovers in a sweet Elysian land; The Moon, that mistress of the garden high Was paling fast in the soft summer sky. A melody, as from a pagan shepherd's flute Shatters the silence, and all is mute. But now the planets fade and dawn is near No more the haunting oaten reed I hear: And I am wondering long if ever you can see The quiet spell the night has made on me. Thus, as the pale Moon vanishes from sight I try to cling to what is left of night. |