Poems (Cook)/Under the Moon
UNDER THE MOON.
Brownies, and goblins, and kelpies, and fays,
Dance it away in the greenwood maze,
Or merrily swing on the aspen's sprays,
While glowworms are setting the sward in a blaze,
Under the moon.
Dance it away in the greenwood maze,
Or merrily swing on the aspen's sprays,
While glowworms are setting the sward in a blaze,
Under the moon.
Young eyes from young eyes are gathering light,
Hearts beat the faster as Luna grows bright;
And Love claps his soft wings with all his might,
Forgetting he's wandered so late in the night,
Under the moon.
Hearts beat the faster as Luna grows bright;
And Love claps his soft wings with all his might,
Forgetting he's wandered so late in the night,
Under the moon.
The language that charms, and the voices that fill
Our fond bosoms with bliss, are more exquisite still
When blent with the wind sighing over the hill,
Or the musical chime of the shimmering rill,
Under the moon.
Our fond bosoms with bliss, are more exquisite still
When blent with the wind sighing over the hill,
Or the musical chime of the shimmering rill,
Under the moon.
Sorrow is taking its desolate way,
Where the grave-grass is kiss'd by the quivering ray,
And tears that were dried by the sunshine of day,
Are falling again on the mouldering clay,
Under the moon.
Where the grave-grass is kiss'd by the quivering ray,
And tears that were dried by the sunshine of day,
Are falling again on the mouldering clay,
Under the moon.
The blighted in feeling, the sad yet the proud,
Whose soul-wearing grief is too deep to be loud,
Who have smiles for the noontide and jests for the crowd,
Now wander unmark'd, with their throbbing heads bowed,
Under the moon.
Whose soul-wearing grief is too deep to be loud,
Who have smiles for the noontide and jests for the crowd,
Now wander unmark'd, with their throbbing heads bowed,
Under the moon.
Lips that are flush'd when the morning is new,
And carry their roses the whole day through;
Like the billow-dashed coral, in freshness and hue,
Seem fresher and redder when meeting the dew,
Under the moon.
And carry their roses the whole day through;
Like the billow-dashed coral, in freshness and hue,
Seem fresher and redder when meeting the dew,
Under the moon.
The shades of the summer eve beckon us out,
Tracking and beating the wild woods about;
But freer the footstep and blither the shout,
As homeward we hie while the young owlets flout,
Under the moon.
Tracking and beating the wild woods about;
But freer the footstep and blither the shout,
As homeward we hie while the young owlets flout,
Under the moon.
The robin's sweet note and the lark's matin call
Are spells that e'er hold the warm spirit in thrall;
But the nightingale's warble is clearest of all,
When the sound of its echoing cadences fall,
Under the moon.
Are spells that e'er hold the warm spirit in thrall;
But the nightingale's warble is clearest of all,
When the sound of its echoing cadences fall,
Under the moon.
We may breathe a farewell in a sigh-deepen'd tone,
Yet devotion shall live though the idol be gone;
The heart shall still pant for the well-cherish'd one,
But never so truly as when 'tis alone,
Under the moon.
Yet devotion shall live though the idol be gone;
The heart shall still pant for the well-cherish'd one,
But never so truly as when 'tis alone,
Under the moon.