by Henrietta Cordelia Ray
Within my casement came one night
The fairy Moon, so pure and white.
Around my brow a coronet
Of shining silver quaintly set
With rainbow gems, she there did place;
But when I turned my wistful face,
Lo! she had vanished, and my gaze
Saw naught save shadows 'mid the haze.
I felt a throb within my heart,
In which sad sorrow had no part;
Within my soul a yearning grew,
So sweet it thrilled me through and through.
A flute's soft warble echoed nigh,
As if an angel fluttered by;
And on my lips there fell a kiss;—
Speak! fairy Moon, interpret this!
Last updated March 25, 2023