Of the night. So pure, so holy, was his song That my heart was calmed And I was filled With serenity. [Pg 11] [Pg 11] A Moment The beaten silver waters cut By the prow of our ship, Send off stars of phosphorous To vie with the stars overhead. Nothing but sky and the starlight, And a stretch of limitless sea, Nothing but peace and dominion,— Silence, immensity. [Pg 12] [Pg 12] The Month of Moonlight Moonlight is not cold!
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