Читать книгу The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 01, No. 04, February, 1858 - Various - Страница 4

  In broad daylight, and at noon,

  Yesterday I saw the moon

  Sailing high, but faint and white,

  As a school-boy's paper kite.

  In broad daylight, yesterday,

  I read a poet's mystic lay;

  And it seemed to me at most

  As a phantom, or a ghost.

  But at length the feverish day

  Like a passion died away,

  And the night, serene and still,

  Fell on village, vale, and hill.

  Then the moon, in all her pride,

  Like a spirit glorified,

  Filled and overflowed the night

  With revelations of her light.

  And the poet's song again

  Passed like music through my brain;

  Night interpreted to me

  All its grace and mystery.