The magic of the silver night


    lies in silence upon the stone


    Where spectral mountains dream in light


    in dark lands as yet unknown.


    In pallid, deep eternal sleep,


    enchanted valleys, far and strange


    languish beneath these splendours deep,


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    The fruit of knowledge, now long gone


    the light is gone from this embrace,


    the verdant forest now withdrawn


    to a single thing, bereft of grace:


    A grey and withered leafless tree,


    a statue carved of weathered bone


    is drawn from a god''s memory;


    it stands in moonward fields, alone