The moon was ruler of this night
In its full grace and peaceful still.
Earth resembled her hush and white,
Yet blent the peace with chill.
One forest which, subject to cold –
But also Winter’s proceed, snow –
Through its sounding silence foretold
What seemed imminent woe.
An owl perching in its hollow
Made ready wings for nightly hunt,
Soundlessly glided like a swallow –
Searching below and front.
A mouse crept solely on the ground;
Attentive, now paused just to list’n,
Though its stalker made not a sound.
Hark mouse, hurry; Hasten!
The owl closed in toward its mark, then;
Mouse unwary of the sleuth
‘Til the deluding white darkened;
Moon shone light on the truth.
Humanity has the same cry:
A moon in life’s dark night it craves.
A light that will evil descry,
Reveal the truth, and save.
Moon moaned, and shed tears of white snow
Her peace she could not share, she knew:
Life’s absence is the peace she knows.
Abundant void parts Earth from Moon;
Earth’s life’s eternal host-
True peace no life can boast.
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