For the Wind clasped hands with the Water’s rush,
And I heard them whisper, “Hush, oh, hush!”
The Light of the Stars and the Dew’s cool Gleam
Touched lips and murmured, “Dream, oh, dream!”
The Scent of the Woods and the Silence deep
Sighed, bosom to bosom, “Sleep, oh, sleep!”
And so for a moment the six were dumb,
Then exulted together, “They come, they come!”
And I stood expectant and seemed to hear
A visible music drawing near.
And the first who came was the Captain Moon
Bearing a shield in God’s House hewn.
Then an Army of Glamour, a glittering host,
Beleaguered the night from coast to coast.
And the world was filled with spheric fire
From the palpitant chords of many a lyre,
As out of the East the Moonmen came
Smiting their harps of silver and flame.
More beauty and grace did their forms express
Than the God of Love’s white nakedness.