Même féerie. A like enchantment

A LIKE ENCHANTMENT

THE slender moon pours forth a sacred glimmer, Robed as in a tissue of fine silver beams, Upon the marble masses where pensive there dreams Some virgin all a pearl-like iridescent shimmer.

For the silken swans who lightly brush the reeds And forward faintly luminous as plumed ships nose, Her hand plucks and apportions out a snowy rose Whose petals dropping on the water circles breed.

Delicious desert place, rapture of lonely sighs, Where moonstruck silvery water ebbs and dies Keeping of its crystal echoes infinite account,

What heart decayed can bear the unrelenting charm Of the dazzling night and the fatal firmament, Without its pure cry become a weapon drawn?