Moonset

Idles the night wind through the dreaming firs

That waking murmur low

As some lost melody

Returning stirs

The love of long ago

And through the far, cool distance

The moon is sinking into shadow-land

The troubled night-bird, calling plaintively

Wanders on restless wing

The cedars, chanting vespers to the sea

Await its answering

That comes in wash of waves along the strand

The while the moon slips into shadow-land

Oh soft voices of the night

I join your minstrelsy

And call across the fading silver light

As something calls to me

I may not all your meaning understand

But I have touched your soul in shadow-land