A WHITE NIGHT.

By Arthur Symons

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.