And the moon arose, like a bubble, blown
By the children playing about Christ’s Throne;
And the iridescent gem was set
As an opal in her coronet.
And our souls flashed up above the night,
And clung together and made one light.
And the brook swept by, and as it went
Sang us the song of heart’s content.
And our campfire set its smoke unfurled
A flag on the roof of the fair, green world.