A Walk by Moonlight 🌌🌙

And I was blest

Shall it not be for memory

A Happy spot to rest

Yes:there are in the backward past

Soft hours to which we turn-

Hours which we,at distance, mildly shine

Shine on but never burn.

And some of these but yesternight

Across my path were thrown,

Which made my heart flown.

I had been out to see a friend

With whom I others saw:

Like minds to like minds ever tend

An universal law.

And when we were returning home,

'Comw who will walk with me,

A little away, 'I said and lo!

I straight was joined by three:

Three whom I loved-two had high thoughts

And were,in age,my peers;

And one was young ,but oh! endeared

As much as youth endears.

The moon stood silent in the sky,

And looked upon our earth;

The clouds divided, passing by,

In homage to her worth.

There was a dance among the leaves

Rejoicing bay her power,

Who robes for them of silver weaves

Within one mystic hour.

There was a song among the winds,

Hymning her influence-

That low-breathed minstrelsy which binds

The soul to thought intense.

That with it's magic wound us;

For we -oh! we not only saw,

But felt the moonlight round us.

How vague are all the mysteries

Which binds us to our earth;

How far they send us to the heart

Their tones of holy mirth;

How lovely are the phantom dim

Which bless that better sight,

That man enjoys when proud he stands

In his own spirit's light;

When,like a thing that is not ours,

This earthliness goes by,

And we behold the spiritualnesss

Of all that cannot die.