The Atlantic Monthly/Volume 1/Number 4/Daylight and Moonlight
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Daylight and Moonlight.
In broad daylight, and at noon,Yesterday I saw the moonSailing high, but faint and white,As a school-boy's paper kite.
In broad daylight, yesterday,I read a poet's mystic lay;And it seemed to me at mostAs a phantom, or a ghost.
But at length the feverish dayLike a passion died away,And the night, serene and still,Fell on village, vale, and hill.
Then the moon, in all her pride,Like a spirit glorified,Filled and overflowed the nightWith revelations of her light.
And the poet's song againPassed like music through my brain;Night interpreted to meAll its grace and mystery.