Midnight
The stars are soft as flowers, and as near
The hills are webs 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
The hills are webs 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