The chill and the shadow decline,

On the eyes of rejuvenate men

That were wide and divine.

THE MOON-PATH

The full, clear moon uprose and spread

Her cold, pale splendor o'er the sea;

A light-strewn path that seemed to lead

Outward into eternity.

Between the darkness and the gleam

An old-world spell encompassed me:

Methought that in a godlike dream

I trod upon the sea.

And lo! upon that glimmering road,

In shining companies unfurled,

The trains of many a primal god,

The monsters of the elder world;

Strange creatures that, with silver wings,

Scarce touched the ocean's thronging floor,

The phantoms of old tales, and things

Whose shapes are known no more.

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