Show AT MOONRISE he how w hushed and quiet the gaunt poplars spring lieselo the lake where the song weary weata thrush head under wing u ing Is nestling halt half awoke awake I 1 the warm gray lights of evening linger there or gently pass along the dappled water and the air no ko voice nor music has low ilow on the nights marge yonder a big moon cleal ing the blue Comesup comes up and silvers the brood broad shades which soon the bats flit darkly through and visions born of fancy and the night eight glide to and fro move with dream feet amid the solemn light and softly come and go across the moor else silent over earth and ekys v 4 ide do range steals the low laughter of two lovers mirth ilow bow sweet it sounds yet strange I 1 sidney A alexander in english illustrated magazine |