THE solemn light behind the barns, <br />The rising moon, the cricket's call, <br />The August night, and you and I— <br />What is the meaning of it all! <br /> <br />Has it a meaning, after all? <br />Or is it one of Nature's lies, <br />That net of beauty that she casts <br />Over Life's unsuspecting eyes? <br /> <br />That web of beauty that she weaves <br />For one strange purpose of her own,— <br />For this the painted butterfly, <br />For this the rose—for this alone! <br /> <br />Strange repetition of the rose, <br />And strange reiterated call <br />Of bird and insect, man and maid,— <br />Is that the meaning of it all? <br /> <br />If it means nothing after all! <br />And nothing lives except to die— <br />It is enough—that solemn light <br />Behind the barns, and you and I.<br /><br />Richard Le Gallienne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/august-moonlight/
