The silence of the silver night

Lies visibly upon the pines;

In marble flame the moon declines

Where spectral mountains dream in light.

And pale as with eternal sleep,

The enchanted valleys, far and strange,

Extend forever without change

Beneath the veiling splendours deep.

Carven of steel or fretted stone,

One stark and leafless autumn tree

With shadows made of ebony,

Leans on the moon-ward field alone.