The Heavens
Moonlight
Moonlight
From out the Hast, in eager flight, The shimmer of a moonlight nightClings to the hills; through shaded dells, The witchcraft of the moonlight tellsOf dancing elf folk far and wide That ride the joyous shadow tide;Like haunting vagueness of a dream, Old memories arise to flame,As dim as spells from elfin shore, As mystic waft from fairy lore,While spirit folk are wont to roam, And visit earth and friends again.
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