NIGHT-PIECE

Fill me, O stars,

As with an olden tune.

Look thro’ your cloudy bars,

O summer moon;

Look thro’, and drench in silver light

My soul this night.

O brief, enchanted dream

Of sea and sky,

Of ploughland, meadow, stream,

And twilight loth to die,

Of fire and dew —

My soul is one with you!