MOUNT STREET

Here and there on the wings of night

A fleck of blue and purple light,

A scrap of cloud, a bird, a star,

A comet hurrying afar

On the abyss, and the moon

Standing in her silver shoon.

On the summit of the sky,

Delicate and proud and high,

The silver moon on a silver sea

Spins her silver broidery

While the stars send down a light

Here and there on the wings of night.