By Moonlight

By Nora May French

Is this the world I knew? Beneath the day
It glowed with golden heat, with vivid hues —
Mountains and sky that merged in melting blues
And hazy air that shimmered far away.

This world is white beneath a silver sky —
White with pale brightness, luminously chill.
The moon reigns queen, but faintly shining still
The dim stars glimmer on the hilltops high.

Here, where long grasses touch across the stream
That threads with babbling laugh its narrow way,
My face turned upward to pale gleams that stray
Through whispering willow boughs . . . I dream
and dream.