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he chestnuts on the turf had shed
their flowering candles, white and red;
there darkling stood a silent elm
and pale beneath its shadow-helm
there glimmered faint the umbels thick
of hemlocks like a mist, and quick
the moths on pallid wings of white
with tiny eyes of fiery light
were fluttering softly, and the voles
crept out to listen from their holes;
the little owls were hushed and still;
the moon was yet behind the hill.
Her arms like ivory were gleaming,
her long hair like a cloud was streaming,
her feet a-twinkle wandered roaming
through misty mazes in the gloaming;
and glowworms shimmered round her feet,
while moths in moving garland fleet
above her head went wavering wan -
all this the moon now looked upon,
uprisen slow, and round, and white
above the branches of the night.

(c) The Lay of Leithian
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