THE MOONLIGHT SONATA.

LAZILY, cloudlets, over the Moon,

(Veiling little, if aught ye veil)

Vapours across the starlight strewn,

Sail for ever, if thus ye sail.

Idle breezes out of the West,

Let them linger in phantom forms.

Night, be still as an infant's rest;

Banish the darkness, chain the storms.

Hush, my spirit, be calm as Night;

Sorrow is calm, but it is not peace.

Heralds of tempest, over the light,

Storm-clouds hurry and will not cease.

Eyes are dim that were bright and blue,

Hands were warm that are long since cold;

Both lie under the shading yew,

Both lie under the churchyard mould.