Idles the night wind through the dreaming firs, <br />That waking murmur low, <br />As some lost melody returning stirs <br />The love of long ago; <br />And through the far, cool distance, zephyr fanned. <br />The moon is sinking into shadow-land. <br /> <br />The troubled night-bird, calling plaintively, <br />Wanders on restless wing; <br />The cedars, chanting vespers to the sea, <br />Await its answering, <br />That comes in wash of waves along the strand, <br />The while the moon slips into shadow-land. <br /> <br />O! soft responsive voices of the night <br />I join your minstrelsy, <br />And call across the fading silver light <br />As something calls to me; <br />I may not all your meaning understand, <br />But I have touched your soul in shadow-land.<br /><br />Emily Pauline Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moonset/
