Returning at Night through the Glen

THIS was a lovely night! The fresh cold dew
Fell on each forehead like a kiss, with soft
Caressing touch. Our hearts up-rose anew
In praise, as quietly we passed each croft.
Ever we cast our awestruck gaze aloft
At the great vault that spread above the hill,
Studded with jewels. This had we seen oft,
But not till now felt in it God’s great Will.
With careful tread we passed the slumbering mill
And entered in our glen where waters deep
Gave back the starlight; our green glade was still,
And all its trees and bushes wrapped in sleep.
And I remember one great star o’er all –
That, and the murmur of the waterfall.

Seventy-second Sonnet

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