‘Twas night. The tranquil moonlight
smile
With which Heaven dreams of Earth,
shed down
Its beauty on the Indian isle, -
On broad green field and white-walled
town;
And inland waste of rock and wood,
In searching sunshine, wild and rude,
Rose, mellowed through the silver gleam,
Soft as the landscape of a dream.
J G Whittier, American poet (1807 - 1892)
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