MIDNIGHT ON THE PRATO-FIORITO.(BAGNI DI LUCCA.)
IGHT clasped the diamond hours in her arms,And pale the moon-beams rippled down the sea
Of Heaven, and faintly touched with silvery palms
Our shadowy pathway over hill and lea.
Night hung her dewy mantle on the air,
The leaves hung heavy with the drops of night;
A silence sweet and solemn reigned, save where
The "Lima" murmured in her dreamy light.
The leaves hung heavy with the drops of night;
A silence sweet and solemn reigned, save where
The "Lima" murmured in her dreamy light.
The night-wind whispered through the garnered sheaves,
Telling her secret, ere she died away,
Folding to rest and sleep the quivering leaves,
And half-shut buds, that fringed our mountain way.
Telling her secret, ere she died away,
Folding to rest and sleep the quivering leaves,
And half-shut buds, that fringed our mountain way.
