The heaven is full of the moon's light,
The earth fades below.
In this vast empty world of night
I only know
Pale-shining trees and moonlit fields,
The bird's tune,
And my night-flowering heart that yields
Her fragrance to the moon.
Song
John Collings Squire, Sir
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