Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
Birds of Passage — Daylight and Moonlight
(1847)
“ And it seemed to me at most As a phantom, or a ghost. But at length the feverish day Like a passion died away, And the night, serene and still, Fell on village, vale, and hill. Then the moon, in all her pride, Like a spirit glorified, Filled and overflowed the night With revelations of her light. And the Poet's song again Passed like music through my brain. Night interpreted to me All its grace and mystery. This work was published before January 1, 1928, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”
