Moonlight Concert
MOONLIGHT CONCERT
Moonlight’s song is borrowed, trite.
Unless her echo is lent tune bright
From a golden-voiced source,
Her own cadence is coarse:
It has no life of its own.
Hear the moon, on stage alone
In black magnificence. Her rule
Is of an empty kingdom cool,
With tone-deaf somnolence - unless
Daylight’s king of harmony bless
Her with warm tones of delight :
In songs that wake the night.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2014
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