Midnight’s Mystery

Over the silken laid lake

And sleepy hills of summer’s eve

Comes the countenance of a blushing face,

Comes the hymn of a gentle breeze…

The crimson sky

Reveals its starry eyes.

In the midnight hour,

In the watch’s silent repose,

I heard the call in the bowers,

I heard no ordinary prose,

Calling from the deep 

Twas midnight’s mystery.

I saw them come my way

With a graceful stroll

Upon the sweet ballad’s sway,

Upon the glassy floor

The beams unfold,

Wavelets of silver and gold.

It was the splendor of the night,

It was the majestic presence of the air

That would woo my fancies into flight

That would keep my spirit there,

Quietly they embrace…

The moon and lake.