Ebony and Crystal/Impression
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IMPRESSION
The silver silence of the moon
Upon the sleeping garden lies;
The wind of evening dies,
As in forgetful dreams a ghostly tune.
Upon the sleeping garden lies;
The wind of evening dies,
As in forgetful dreams a ghostly tune.
How white, how still, the flowers are,
As carved of pearl and ivory!
The pines are ebony,
A sombre frieze on heavens pale and far.
As carved of pearl and ivory!
The pines are ebony,
A sombre frieze on heavens pale and far.
Like mirrors made of lucid stone,
The pools lie calm, and bright, and cold,
Where moon and stars behold,
In some eternal trance, themselves alone.
The pools lie calm, and bright, and cold,
Where moon and stars behold,
In some eternal trance, themselves alone.