AT the end of the road through the wood <br />I see the great moon rise. <br />The fields are flooded with shine, <br />And my soul with surmise. <br />What if that mystic orb <br />With her shadowy beams, <br />Should be the revealer at last <br />Of my darkest dreams! <br />What if this tender fire <br />In my heart's deep hold <br />Should be wiser than all the lore <br />Of the sages of old!<br /><br />Bliss William Carman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moonrise-11/
