A mood of night
settles on the trees,
on the satin of dark waters,
on the rocks and the creatures
of the watery deep.
The moon is a bold eye
watching the land of evening;
sewing by his regard
tiny pearl-drops of light
that tempt the oyster’s envy.
And in the far-off, apace:
an isle of moonlight
drifts beneath the silent glow,
a carpet of lambent silver
against the mood of night.
settles on the trees,
on the satin of dark waters,
on the rocks and the creatures
of the watery deep.
The moon is a bold eye
watching the land of evening;
sewing by his regard
tiny pearl-drops of light
that tempt the oyster’s envy.
And in the far-off, apace:
an isle of moonlight
drifts beneath the silent glow,
a carpet of lambent silver
against the mood of night.