OCTOBER MOONLIGHT
Heavenis like an empty room to-night;From rim to chilly rimWells the clear radiance of the cold moonlight,And the earth-ways are dim.Who has departed from this perfect place!What fiery one here setHis throne in splendor, whom, vanished now, the faceOf heaven remembers yet!Emptiness—emptiness—the skies are bare,And the stark earth no lessGrows vacant as a memory: everywhereSleeps the cold loveliness.Old is the earth, too old; her voice is shrillAgainst the end ofthings—To the inevitable her bitter willGrows humbler as she sings.Now from my breast the very soul takes flight,Leaving her chambers bareOf all save lonely memory andmoonlight—And Song is silent there.
Heavenis like an empty room to-night;From rim to chilly rimWells the clear radiance of the cold moonlight,And the earth-ways are dim.Who has departed from this perfect place!What fiery one here setHis throne in splendor, whom, vanished now, the faceOf heaven remembers yet!Emptiness—emptiness—the skies are bare,And the stark earth no lessGrows vacant as a memory: everywhereSleeps the cold loveliness.Old is the earth, too old; her voice is shrillAgainst the end ofthings—To the inevitable her bitter willGrows humbler as she sings.Now from my breast the very soul takes flight,Leaving her chambers bareOf all save lonely memory andmoonlight—And Song is silent there.
Heavenis like an empty room to-night;From rim to chilly rimWells the clear radiance of the cold moonlight,And the earth-ways are dim.
Heavenis like an empty room to-night;
From rim to chilly rim
Wells the clear radiance of the cold moonlight,
And the earth-ways are dim.
Who has departed from this perfect place!What fiery one here setHis throne in splendor, whom, vanished now, the faceOf heaven remembers yet!
Who has departed from this perfect place!
What fiery one here set
His throne in splendor, whom, vanished now, the face
Of heaven remembers yet!
Emptiness—emptiness—the skies are bare,And the stark earth no lessGrows vacant as a memory: everywhereSleeps the cold loveliness.
Emptiness—emptiness—the skies are bare,
And the stark earth no less
Grows vacant as a memory: everywhere
Sleeps the cold loveliness.
Old is the earth, too old; her voice is shrillAgainst the end ofthings—To the inevitable her bitter willGrows humbler as she sings.
Old is the earth, too old; her voice is shrill
Against the end ofthings—
To the inevitable her bitter will
Grows humbler as she sings.
Now from my breast the very soul takes flight,Leaving her chambers bareOf all save lonely memory andmoonlight—And Song is silent there.
Now from my breast the very soul takes flight,
Leaving her chambers bare
Of all save lonely memory andmoonlight—
And Song is silent there.