Upon a tranquil night I dared to fly, High above the hush, my spirit soared, A silver crescent beckoned from the sky, And where shadows danced on a brightened hoard.
A weave of moonlight spilled its silver shine, As fireflies winked in silent hymn and peace, And there I paused, to claim, all that is mine— The whispers through the trees, their secrets cease. — Upon a tranquil night
- John Keats