MOONRISE
LIKE a white lotus flower the moon unfoldsHer luminous petals and the stars grow pale.Vague mists withdraw, grey shadows o’er the waterShadows of twilight tremulous and frail.The flutes of dusk are still; new worlds unveil;God for such moments made the nightingale.And yet, O Philomel, thou couldst not chantFrom the cool shadow of a cedar tree,So high a lay as this I hear in rapture,The song his utter silence sings to me.Of the brown earth is thy winged melody.But God is in this wordless ecstasy.
LIKE a white lotus flower the moon unfoldsHer luminous petals and the stars grow pale.Vague mists withdraw, grey shadows o’er the waterShadows of twilight tremulous and frail.The flutes of dusk are still; new worlds unveil;God for such moments made the nightingale.And yet, O Philomel, thou couldst not chantFrom the cool shadow of a cedar tree,So high a lay as this I hear in rapture,The song his utter silence sings to me.Of the brown earth is thy winged melody.But God is in this wordless ecstasy.
LIKE a white lotus flower the moon unfoldsHer luminous petals and the stars grow pale.Vague mists withdraw, grey shadows o’er the waterShadows of twilight tremulous and frail.The flutes of dusk are still; new worlds unveil;God for such moments made the nightingale.
And yet, O Philomel, thou couldst not chantFrom the cool shadow of a cedar tree,So high a lay as this I hear in rapture,The song his utter silence sings to me.Of the brown earth is thy winged melody.But God is in this wordless ecstasy.