Last night I saw the slim moon rise,
Faint o'er her clouds of rose-bloom spread
A lingering touch of sunset hue.
Then with their tender, half drawn sighs
Awoke the winds the sleeping stars
And bound them in the deepening blue.
All in the sparkling, frost-bound night
I saw the dead flowers flutter forth
To dance beside the fairies there.
They shone with softened rainbow light,
Their voices faint - sweet, broken lutes -
Scarce echoed through the silent air.
The dreamy music, faintly sweet,
Crept o'er me, through me. Round and round
Danced misty, rainbow-tinted forms.
The moon grew paler, sank to meet
The sleeping hills. Then dawned afar
From East to West the flowing morn.