Poems (Trask)/Moonrise
For works with similar titles, see Moonrise.
MOONRISE.
A halo crowns the purple hills, The heaven in slumberous light distils, Nature is still, a holy calm On pulseless wings drops down its balm.
On azure seas cloud-vessels sail, Their white wings flushed with roses pale; And on the star-gemmed eastern heights The night her bridal taper lights.
The whip-poor-will in ancient trees Chants low his sacred melodies, And from the swell of green uplands The west wind utters its commands.
The lake's soft breast of waveless glass Is kissed by shadows as they pass; The great hills lift their regal brows, Like priests at vespers making vows.
The Orient bright and brighter burns, The primrose tint to crimson turns; A flash of silver, touched with gold, Leaps up the sky-steeps, fold on fold.
And, lo! in state, like throned queen, Through sable distance swims serene The royal moon, while in their cars Of gold ride on the glittering stars.