Poems (Hinchman)/Mists, that rest on the water
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XIXLUNA PLENA
Mists, that rest on the water,
White with the dimmest of light,
That sway as the still lake trembles
And move in the motionless night;
White with the dimmest of light,
That sway as the still lake trembles
And move in the motionless night;
Wreathe their wings with a rhythm
That follows the silent air,
A music that breathes no whisper;
Till the moon shows her majesty there.
That follows the silent air,
A music that breathes no whisper;
Till the moon shows her majesty there.
Where are the mists that hover'd
With the stir of a soundless tune?
As the light of the stars fades to moonlight
Has their beauty gone into the moon.
With the stir of a soundless tune?
As the light of the stars fades to moonlight
Has their beauty gone into the moon.