Mystic Night

The moon is smiling overhead,
The shadows hover around my bed
The wind has fallen, the night-bird fills
The motionless trees with merry thrills.
Whilst far, far
To the North a star
Calmly blinking it's little light
Glimmer fair in the wondrous height
Wishing all mortals a fond good-night.
O' mystic night of soothing dreams,
Waft me low o'er thy heavenly streams,
Until the waters reposeful lie
All peaceful like the mirroring sky,
And stand, stand
Where the golden sand
Kisses the cool crystal waters deep
Where my sandman lover has sworn to keep
Our tryst together in holy sleep.

September 1928 -- by Teressa Brant

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