Wild Garden

by Bliss Carman


 

MOMENT MUSICALE


 

The round moon hangs above the rim
Of silent and soft-shadowed trees,
And all the earth is fey and dim
In a blue veil of mysteries.

On such a night one must believe

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The Golden Age returns again
With lyric beauty, to retrieve
The joyance we have lost in vain.

And down the wooded aisles, behold,
What dancers through the dusk appear!

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Piping their ardor as of old,
They bring immortal rapture near.

A moment on the brink of night
They tread their transport in the dew,
And to the rhythm of their delight

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Old sorceries are made anew.