by: William Griffith (1876-1936)
POEMS BY WILLIAM GRIFFITH
- HE Moon puts on her silver veil
- And shawl of lace: and with far lutes
- And violins in many a dale
- The thrushes blow their woodland flutes.
- Oh, and with many a ghostly cheer,
- Under the moon the forest heaves
- And sways with ecstasy to hear
- The eery laughter of the leaves.