"Soften his face, that is cold and stern,
And brighten his eyes and make them burn,
"O moon, white moon, so my soul can see,
Can say that they glow with love for me!"—
When the moon had set, and the woods were dark,
The wild deer came, and stood as stark
As phantoms with eyes of flame; or fled
Like a ghostly herd of the hunted dead.
And the strix-owl called; and the werewolf snarled;
And a voice, in the boughs of the oak-tree gnarled,—