By JH Sayyar
O silver queen that rides the silent skies,
Thy lamp doth pour on earth a gentle flame,
With wistful glow thou wash hills that rise,
And lend dark night a soul without a name
Soft is thy kiss on lakes and dreaming trees,
A hush of stars attends thy solemn grace,
Thou draw the tides and stir the breeze,
Yet keeps thy secrets in a changeless face
What songs of old lies buried in thy beam?
What lovers weep beneath thy watching eye?
Thou art the keeper of each haunted dream,
And mark the hours as stealthy years go by.
O moonlight, tender flame of ghostly gold,
Thou teach hearts to yearn, and eyes behold.
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