Skyward Lark, Moon, Trees, Hollander

In blue tinged glow of lustrous night, Hollander watches bird in flight. In breathless, quiet, shadowy gloom, Trees are restless, night's abloom! Hollander, where has gone the sun In which you had so much fun? And when evening's come, and shadows fall, You stand and listen to a bird's call. Beneath the trees, in solitude, While on the night, the moon will brood. How does Hollander view skyward lark, As he stands listening in the dark? Skyward, skyward, with piercing cry, Floating gently, way on high. Moon, with your dimming light, Who would ever miss the sight? Trees that bloom on fertile land, You look so lovely, breathless and... Night is a beautiful, sweet detainer, As you look to the skies...Hollander.