Ebony and Crystal/Twilight on the Snow
TWILIGHT ON THE SNOW
Before the hill's high altar bowed
The trees are Druids, weird and white,
Facing the vision of the light
With ancient lips to silence vowed.
The trees are Druids, weird and white,
Facing the vision of the light
With ancient lips to silence vowed.
No certain sound the woods aver,
Nor motion save of formless wings—
Filled with faint twilight flutterings,
With thronging gloom, and shadow-stir.
Nor motion save of formless wings—
Filled with faint twilight flutterings,
With thronging gloom, and shadow-stir.
And hidden in a hollow dell,
Lie all the winds that magic trees
Have lulled with crystal wizardries,
And bound about with Merlin-spell.
Lie all the winds that magic trees
Have lulled with crystal wizardries,
And bound about with Merlin-spell.