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The moon shines white and silent

On the mist, which, like a tide

Of some enchanted ocean,

O'er the wide marsh doth glide,

Spreading its ghost-like billows

Silently far and wide.

A vague and starry magic

Makes all things mysteries,

And lures the earth's dumb spirit

Up to the longing skies:

I seem to hear dim whispers,

And tremulous replies.

The fireflies o'er the meadow

In pulses come and go;

The elm-trees' heavy shadow

Weighs on the grass below;

And faintly from the distance

The dreaming cock doth crow.

All things look strange and mystic,

The very bushes swell

And take wild shapes and motions,

As if beneath a spell;

They seem not the same lilacs

From childhood known so well.

The snow of deepest silence

O'er everything doth fall,

So beautiful and quiet,

And yet so like a pall;

As if all life were ended,

And rest were come to all.

O wild and wondrous midnight,

There is a might in thee

To make the charmèd body

Almost like spirit be,

And give it some faint glimpses

Of immortality!