MOMENT MUSICALE

by: Bliss Carman (1861-1929)

HE round moon hangs above the rim
Of silent and blue shadowed trees,
And all the earth is vague and dim
In its blue veil of mysteries.
 
On such a night one must believe
The Golden Age returns again
With lyric beauty, to retrieve
The world from dreariness and pain.
 
And down the wooded aisles, behold
What dancers through the dusk appear!
Piping their raptures as of old,
They bring immortal freedom near.
 
A moment on the brink of night
They tread their transport in the dew,
And to the rhythm of their delight,
Behold, all things are made anew!

"Moment Musicale" is reprinted from The Masque of Poets. Ed. Edward J. O'Brien. New York: Dodd, Mead and Company, 1918.

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