June 2011
109 posts
“
Midnight
The stars are soft as flowers, and as near;
The hills are web of shadow, slowly spun;
No separate leaf or single blade is here-
All blend to one.
No moonbeam cuts the air; a sapphire light
Rolls lazily, and slips again to rest.
There is no edged thing in all this night,
Save in my breast.
