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MOONRISE IN THE ELSTER TANNEN-WALD
Darker than midnight, to the midnight sky
Rises the valley-ridge with all its pines.
Above that gloom a growing radiance shines,
Where the full moon floats up invisibly.
Now, half-revealed, she lifts her disk on high,
When on it, lo! in black and spectral lines
One blasted tree so wild a form designs,
That fear and wonder hold the watcher's eye.
Rises the valley-ridge with all its pines.
Above that gloom a growing radiance shines,
Where the full moon floats up invisibly.
Now, half-revealed, she lifts her disk on high,
When on it, lo! in black and spectral lines
One blasted tree so wild a form designs,
That fear and wonder hold the watcher's eye.
The minutes pass—and nothing looks the same,
But tangled in a web of silver light
Lies the great forest, dreaming and at rest.
Yet deep in memory's core abides that sight
One moment outlined on the mountain crest—
A Shape that writhed upon a pool of flame.
But tangled in a web of silver light
Lies the great forest, dreaming and at rest.
Yet deep in memory's core abides that sight
One moment outlined on the mountain crest—
A Shape that writhed upon a pool of flame.
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