Songs of the Common Day, and Ave!

An Ode for the Shelley Centenary

by Charles G.D. Roberts


 

ACROSS THE FOG THE MOON LIES FAIR


 

ACROSS the fog the moon lies fair.
   Transfused with ghostly amethyst,
O white Night, charm to wonderment
   The cattle in the mist!

Thy touch, O grave Mysteriarch,
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   Makes dull, familiar things divine
O grant of thy revealing gift
   Be some small portion mine!

Make thou my vision sane and clear,
   That I may see what beauty clings

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In common forms, and find the soul
   Of unregarded things!