DONNYBROOK

I saw the moon so broad and bright

Sailing high on a frosty night:

And the air swung far and far between

The silver disc and the orb of green:

While here and there a wisp of white

Cloud-film swam on the misty light:

And crusted thickly on the sky,

High and higher and yet more high,

Were golden star-points dusted through

The great, wide, silent vault of blue:

Then I said to me — God is good

And the world is fair — and where I stood

I knelt me down and bent my head,

And said my prayers, and went to bed.