A WHITE NIGHT.
THE yellow moon across the clouds
That shiver in the sky;
White, hurrying travellers, the clouds,
And, white and aching cold on high,
Stars in the sky.
Whiter, along the frozen earth,
The miracle of snow;
Close covered as for sleep, the earth
Lies, mutely slumbering below
Its shroud of snow.
Sleepless I wander in the night,
And, wandering, watch for day;
Earth sleeps, yet, high in heaven, the night
Awakens, faint and far away,
A phantom day.
IN THE VALLEY.
DOWN the valley will I wander, singing songs forlorn,
Waiting for the maiden coming up between the corn.
Down below I hear the river babbling to the breeze,
And I see the sunlight kiss the tresses of the trees.
All the corn is shining with the tears of early rain:
Come, thou sunlight of mine eyes, and bring the dawn again!
Down the valley will I wander, singing songs forlorn,
Till I meet the maiden coming up between the corn.