by: Bliss Carman (1861-1929)
- HE round
moon hangs above the rim
- Of silent and blue shadowed trees,
- And all the earth is vague and dim
- In its blue veil of mysteries.
- On such a night one must believe
- The Golden Age returns again
- With lyric beauty, to retrieve
- The world from dreariness and pain.
- And down the wooded aisles, behold
- What dancers through the dusk appear!
- Piping their raptures as of old,
- They bring immortal freedom near.
- A moment on the brink of night
- They tread their transport in the dew,
- And to the rhythm of their delight,
- Behold, all things are made anew!
POEMS BY BLISS CARMAN
"Moment Musicale" is reprinted
from The Masque of Poets. Ed. Edward J. O'Brien. New York:
Dodd, Mead and Company, 1918.