The silence of the silver night
Lies visibly upon the pines;
In marble
tame the moon declines
Where spectral mountains dream in light.
And pale as with eternal sleep
The enchanted valleys, far and
strange,
Extend for ever without change
Beneath the veiling splendors
deep.
Carven of steel or fretted stone,
One stark and leafless autumn
tree
With shadows made of ebony
Leans on the moon-ward field
alone.
