WINTER MOONLIGHT.
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Loud and strong, loud and strong,
The inner silentness to hide,
The patient silence all day long;
Till evening touched with finger gray
The bolted door.
The inner silentness to hide,
The patient silence all day long;
Till evening touched with finger gray
The bolted door.
Most like, the next step passing by
Will be the Angel's, whose calm eye
Marks rich, marks poor:
Who, fearing not, at any gate
Stands and calls, stands and calls;
At which the inmate opens straight,—
Whom, ere the crumbling clay-house falls,
He takes in kind arms silently,
And shuts the door.
Will be the Angel's, whose calm eye
Marks rich, marks poor:
Who, fearing not, at any gate
Stands and calls, stands and calls;
At which the inmate opens straight,—
Whom, ere the crumbling clay-house falls,
He takes in kind arms silently,
And shuts the door.
WINTER MOONLIGHT.
OUD-VOICED night, with the wild wind blowing Many a tune;
Stormy night, with white rain-clouds going
Over the moon;
Mystic night, that each minute changes,
Now as blue as the mountain-ranges
