Mysteries of Night

The midnight moon
With a soothing croon
Swings high in the darkened hue;
The rustling trees
And the swaying breeze
Sing soft, low lullabys too.
And a silver note
From a tiny throat
Echos in nightly blue.

The hidden lores
From the mighty shores
Have lures that gleam in the night.
The silver stars
O’er the midnight bars
Send out their romance bright.
And the small firefly
In the air on high
Glows it’s sparkling light.

– Circa 1919


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