Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Генри Уодсворт Лонгфелло)

Daylight and Moonlight

In broad daylight, and at noon,
Yesterday I saw the moon
Sailing high, but faint and white,
As a school-boy's paper kite. 

In broad daylight, yesterday,
I read a Poet's mystic lay;
And it seemed to me at most
As a phantom, or a ghost. 

But at length the feverish day
Like a passion died away,
And the night, serene and still,
Fell on village, vale, and hill. 

Then the moon, in all her pride,
Like a spirit glorified,
Filled and overflowed the night
With revelations of her light. 

And the Poet's song again
Passed like music through my brain;
Night interpreted to me
All its grace and mystery.

1. The Belfry of Bruges
2. Sunrise on the Hills
3. Maidenhood
4. The Beleaguered City
5. Hymn of the Moravian Nuns of Bethlehem

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