The moon in splendor, rising high,Rends slow, full rivers in the sky.
The Great Divide
The twilight sward stands well abloom;As wondrous as a flower's perfume,Across the heavens, stretching wide,A long arched bridge, the Great Divide,Measures steps as run the sandsFrom sea to sea, in distant lands.The moon in splendor, rising high,Rends slow, full rivers in the sky;As roving fancies from their height,They hide the moon in magic light;Just so your soul will stand alone,The clouds of love shall be mine own.
