The Night

The night has fallen softly, Upon the quiet glade; And the stars of silver twinkle, Where shadows gently fade.

The moon unveils her beauty, In a silver veil of light; To bless the earth with dreams, That sail upon the night.

The whisper of the breezes, The rustle of the leaves, Are life’s sweet lullabies, Which stroke my heart like the eves.

O little stars above me, I seek your tranquil gleam; For in this hushed, sweet moment, I walk within a dream.

• Lizette Woodworth Reese