Under the April Moon
Oh, well the world is dreaming
Under the April moon,
Her soul in love with beauty,
Her senses all a-swoon!
Pure hangs the silver crescent
Above the twilight wood,
And pure the silver music
Wakes from the marshy flood.
O Earth, with all thy transport,
How comes it life should seem
A shadow in the moonlight,
A murmur in a dream?
~~
Bliss Carman (1861-1929)
from April Airs: A book of New England lyrics, 1916
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]
Bliss Carman biography
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