The Marshes of Glynn O, mysterious Night! The lenient darkness of the world, Soothe and conceals; here in this Tranquil glade my mind unfurled.

And while the night o’ wraps, I lose The burden of the world, and see Ghostly glimmers in the dew Its mystic joys spin free.

Thou art the spirit of the trees, The spirit of the shining sea, O gauzy shadows on the leaves And running springs, to thee!

O,-eyed stars behind the mist, Tied to memory and reverie, I take my place among the reeds, The soul must wander free.

  • Sidney Lanier