The forest was a shrine for her, <br />A temple richly dressed; <br />And worshippers the tall trees were, <br />Each to his prayer addressed. <br />Scarce dared I lift my eyes, or stir, <br />So deeply was I blessed. <br /> <br />She took to herself the waning day <br />Like a round twilight moon, <br />Serenely rising far away— <br />A silvery moon of June, <br />That whiter than the morning is <br />And fairer than the noon. <br /> <br />The dim world darkened round her—all <br />Was night save where she shone, <br />Save where she stood so slim and small <br />The shadowed earth upon; <br />As though the earth were new, and she <br />Would light its fires anon.<br /><br />Harriet Monroe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-sunset-6/
