LOUD-VOICED night, with the wild wind blowing <br />Many a tune; <br />Stormy night, with white rain-clouds going <br />Over the moon; <br />Mystic night, that each minute changes, <br />Now as blue as the mountain-ranges <br />Far, far away; <br />Now as black as a heart where strange is <br />Joy, night or day. <br /> <br />Wondrous moonlight, unlike all moonlights <br />Since I was born; <br />That on a hundred, bright as noonlights, <br />Looks in slow scorn,-- <br />Moonlights where the old vine-leaves quiver, <br />Moonlights shining on vale and river, <br />Where old paths lie; <br />Moonlights--Night, blot their like forever <br />Out of the sky! <br /> <br />Hail, new moonlight, fierce, wild, and stormy, <br />Wintry and bold! <br />Hail, sharp wind, that can strengthen, warm me, <br />If ne'er so cold! <br />Not chance-driven this deluge rages, <br />ONE doth pour out and ONE assuages; <br />Under His hand <br />Drifting, Noah-like, into the ages <br />Shall touch land.<br /><br />Dinah Maria Mulock Craik<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-moonlight-4/
