A Winter Night

The moon is a silver coin Tossed in a purple sky; Stars like far-off lanterns shine Where the cold winds sigh.

Hushed are the trees, and the snow lies deep, All nature lies asleep; The hoar frost weaves its silken net, And memories own the night.

Lone is the star that falls from its height— Each has its mysteries deep; But dreams shall come on a winter night, When the world lies still in sleep!

• Isabella Valancy Crawford