Tuesday, 19 April 2011


Still under moonlight, silent and serene,
a land half shadowed and half seen -
a vista, tranquil as a sea becalmed,
a harmony, no sound to jar
the silvered waters of dappled light
and shadowed depths where night
yet lingers.

Here and there in milky white
forms of beast and tree and stranger shapes
beguile the sight -
transformed by moon and shadows;
pools become quiet mirrors of the stars,
high in far celestial seas, and galaxies
in a universe of infinite unknowing.

Yet I would know it to its limits!
God alone could tell what heaven or hell
should be there; all appears as dark at heart
as a crystal to an unbeliever’s eye;
no intuition yields a sacred vision,
we are left bereft, unknowing;
moonlight is moonlight
and night a time for sleeping.

1 comment:

  1. So beautiful! I love this one. And wonderful for practising sightreading like Shakespeare.