OH, well the world is dreaming <br />Under the April moon, <br />Her soul in love with beauty, <br />Her senses all a-swoon! <br />Pure hangs the silver crescent <br />Above the twilight wood, <br />And pure the silver music <br />Wakes from the marshy flood. <br />O Earth, with all thy transport, <br />How comes it life should seem <br />A shadow in the moonlight, <br />A murmur in a dream?<br /><br />Bliss William Carman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/under-the-april-moon/
