A pale enchanted moon is sinking low <br />Behind the dunes that fringe the shadowy lea, <br />And there is haunted starlight on the flow <br />Of immemorial sea. <br /> <br />I am alone and need no more pretend <br />Laughter or smile to hide a hungry heart; <br />I walk with solitude as with a friend <br />Enfolded and apart. <br /> <br />We tread an eerie road across the moor <br />Where shadows weave upon their ghostly looms, <br />And winds sing an old lyric that might lure <br />Sad queens from ancient tombs. <br /> <br />I am a sister to the loveliness <br />Of cool far hill and long-remembered shore, <br />Finding in it a sweet forgetfulness <br />Of all that hurt before. <br /> <br />The world of day, its bitterness and cark, <br />No longer have the power to make me weep; <br />I welcome this communion of the dark <br />As toilers welcome sleep.<br /><br />Lucy Maud Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-7/
